Friday 11 September 2020

Folds : A Poem

fresh jasmines
alluring scents
to stun you
she wore

green bangles
tinkling glass
to charm you
some more

shiny silk
slippery folds
stay out of reach
her elbows are sore

would you reach out
to tuck them in,
or would you still
choose to ignore?

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