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Completely unawares I was,
As the flat palm of my hand
Massaged my neck repeatedly
And slid surreptitiously
Beneath the faded cotton of my robe
It seemed to have a mind of its own,
Wandering where ever it would,
Divorced from the reality of my mind
Whilst singing its own sweet song
To the tune of my latent wants
It kneaded and roamed
Around the nape, sliding beneath
The fragrant weight of my hair
Cupping it boldly, straying
To tap the sensitive shape of my lobe
Oblivious of this journey I was
Till someone smilingly observed
That the voyage though innocently bold
Spoke volumes with its silence
Coaxing an underlying thirst to unfold…
~Glowing Embers~
10th Nov 2004
Kavitanjali
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