Signaling me you tiptoed,
towards the room,
spinning with curtains,
smoky eyes,
perfect smile,
a rough night for certain,

I crawled behind you,
making my way
through your fallen clothes,
smudged lipstick,
unhooked lingerie,
a definite overdose,

Night lamp
broke in ruins,
glass - all across the floor,
milk over-boiled,
unlocked remained
the front door,

Hasty fingers ran
all over us,
like amateur,
broken sentences,
glued lips,
I mean, are you really sure?

I can not recall,
what happened
the night before,
because I couldn’t
gather a thing,
after you tiptoed.
Photo Credit: staticflickr.com
Photo Credit: staticflickr.com


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  1. Thank you for the beautiful photo and amazing poetry.

  2. I always look forward to your poems and you never cease to amaze me. Great work.

  3. very interesting piece – I love the photo – those are definitely dancer’s legs and feet:)

  4. Excellent.
    I love your style ..

  5. I love the imagery here.. The flurry of scenes, the build up… Good one!

  6. Very flowing, airy, light, yet passion stems, invokes behind words unsaid.
    Tip-toeing…..quite cute and sentimental….enjoyed!

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