Wait Poem by Meena Iyer

Wait



The heady scent of night flowers blooming,

Dusky sky studded with tiny stars

Whispering winds hold unuttered

Secret desires, longings

resonating silence,

Leaden with passion

beholden me

await your

piquant

touch

Monday, November 10, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
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