Amber
Amber
Softly bright
Steadily
Burns
A lone moth
Potters
Flapping
Its wings
The night
Is long
The fluttering
Retrograde
The base
Of your neck
Far away
Inviting
I am
In a bottomless abyss
I fall
And fall
Freely
From the edges
Your voice
Gently permeates
The night
If only
In my head.
posted by Prat @ 7:33 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
>> The base
Of your neck
Far away
Inviting
cute.. :)
It felt like shadows parting in the soft candlelit night. And the single moth may have been all that was left...
If only
In my head
Can't help thinking of the 'cup-lip' thing. So close, yet so far...
Sailaja
a lot of these kinds of one-sided conversations play beautifully in my head.
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