i sit in the rain showered sun;
its meager rays barely touch
my skin, cold with platitudes.
the cobwebs of disbelief stick to me
like a promiscuous virgin
who with a rusty comb teases raven hair.
i want the purple of deep eggplant
or the brown at the center of your eyes
to generate the longing for sometime again.
6 comments:
This has some interesting construction and lines in it. I like it. I like the description.
I like the use of colours to represent passion.
Yeah, you've got something here!
I like the opposites here - the rain showered sun and promiscuous virgin.
A fine read - it stirs the mind!
there's nothing like now and trying to grasp the already past...you have captured beauty...
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