Wednesday 3 February 2021

Grooves : A Poem

She moves

in symphonic thirsts
limbs in unison
her heart bursts
with words unspoken

her lips hum
the last song in elation
long-awaited joys thrum
with a little apprehension

She grooves 

starched cotton rustling
in balletic ripples
in silence, waiting 
for the ultimate union.


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