Yes...
It was at
that precious moment
Of the seed
of emotion sprouting
Into a poem
plant
He crept on to
my body
I knew
He would
never get my feels
At that
moment
He never can
even sense
I am not in
my senses
And not
sensual
I neither
did tell him so
I slipped
into my self
Not even a
word uttered
He in his
instinct
Me distant
in my space
Invoking the
milky way of poesy
Into me in
meditation
Holding my
heart to collect
The surge of
imagery and the words
Before they
disappear into
The black
holes of forgetfulness
Me in my
reverie
He in his
desire
His act with
my body
My existence
outside it
The
contented smile of mine
He felt an
erotic gesture
My body
lying inactive
Gave him a
feel of ecstasy
After all it
is an act of pleasure
For him
physical
And to me
metaphysical
Reaching the
peaks of orgasm
Our bodies
fell apart
He revelled
in his rapture
I fulfilled
in my bliss
A smile of
satiation
On our faces
though for
Reasons
different
He lay down
tired
I looked for
a pen and a paper
In deep
silence
Began my
poetic penance
In the
backdrop
Of his
joyous snoring
Into a
trance
I glided
To make my
mark
On the sands
of time
Not only as
a woman
But to be a “woman
of letters”
............................................with
lots of love jagathi 6.03pm Friday 20th july 2012
