Earthly Desires


Beneath the rug
of the city,
the earth felt
uneasy.
She felt
disembodied
in her eternal body.
In an age,
she hadn't been
felt.
No foot
had lost its shoe
to probe her wetness.
Fingers hadn't
tousled her,
grabbed her
and then
let her run free.
Long had it been
since she
drifted into eyes
and had become
an irritant,
like a dream.




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Unknown said…
"No foot
had lost its shoe
to probe her wetness.
Fingers hadn't
tousled her,
grabbed her
and then
let her run free.
Long had it been
since she
drifted into eyes
and had become
an irritant,
like a dream."

very unassuming.. love these surprises from my locality.
March 12, 2014 at 5:33 AM
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