Poles Apart

A (not very) long time ago, in a desolate corner of earth, there lived ‘This’ & ‘That’. This was definitely vague and specifically haphazard but That was vaguely definite and haphazardly specific. This believed, That knew. If This did that, That did this. This’ thoughts flew here but That’s, there. In short, This and That were poles apart. And yet, they walked hand in hand, through dust and rain, because even though This loved that and That loved this.. This and That always loved each other.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The sweet smell of wet earth,
Bent trees
Drops of water on leaves.
Wet and cold,
Mushy,
Snug.
Her disarrayed hair
His warm skin.
Tangled locks
Slippery sandals
Dark skies,
Dark eyes as the skies above.
Smell,
Of his skin.
Puddles of muddy water
Ripples and a paperboat
Driftwood.
Walking down narrow lanes
The hem of her skirt
The whiteness of her legs
The smell in his neck
Nose rubbing nose
Eyelids touching eyelids
Light brush of lips,
And melting down.
So drowsy,
Long fingers clasped around
Pudgy ones.
So very drowsy.........