Sunday, August 5, 2012

midnight rain...

With a top note of pomegranate and freesia...
And vanilla orchid securing the middle
Midnight rain...started to unwind
Before my eyes...a sizzle...

First I gaped and then smelt
Into me musk and cashmere wood,
With martini glass when you melt
Just where I speechless stood...

Midnight rain grew dense
From a drizzle to a white blinding feel,
Through the smoky blurry bluish lens
Waves of balmy floral lapped a thrill...

And felt I was finally freed
From all real sores and pains
Planting a kiss on your closed eyelids
Threw imagination out of chains...





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