Guilty as hell
he could tell
She was squirming
Guilty as hell
she knew him well
He was worming
his way out
of the creepy
little molehill
he loved to curl up in
keep mum
play dumb
its time .
No more
Gin and lime
just tonic
In its bleak bitter clarity
prick you back
into precious
piquant reality
Hate it as you do
still sticks like glue
to singed fingertips
still tingling
from that tender touch
even now
just one guilty footfall away.
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12 comments:
really nice ...
Everytime i read your poems, theres just one thought running through my mind... how on earth do you conjure up these images and play with these words? :)
And i really really wish i could too.
This crawled its way out...
really nice ...
Nice play with words..
:)
..Me
"a sigh"
u knw wat it means!!
a regular wordsmith with a barbed twist
aparna: they just crawl in somehow and flow out- no effort on my part really, just got holes in my head I think :)
prerona : really- thank you
rose: thanks a bunch :D
sophie: if only...:)
cj: welcome back. and I need a new set of tools I think.
At least the other foot is on solid ground?
Guilty as charged. Your word are always a mysterious touch and blush of relegated calamitous suspense.
Loved the way you used certain words .. they string beautifully
mermaid: who wants solid ground !
(sigh)
doc: calamitous- yes. relegated- not yet. and as for mysterious- hmmmm...
aria: thanks. that reminds me of the flowers I used to string together to make necklaces as a child- only fragrant ones though ...unlike now.
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