Theme: Hallucination

Hallucinations Of An Idle Mind

I can't see you,
Nor can I feel you,
Hence believe you,
Though:

I can see the hues,
Feel the blues
and hear the news.
I can't see you
I just don't seem to get enough of you.

I can feel your presence,
Yes, you, my very essence
I can't see you
I can feel your touch
softer than the softest
gentler than the gentlest
teasing at least
Then the hand is withdrawn:
faster than the fastest.

The touch, a touch of unyielding lust,
the purpose originating in a sensual mind.
Guessable perverted intent - Mildly disguised in public,
though in no way unknown to me - the benefactor.
Flavors of the incorrigible temptress
playing havoc with my senses,
like steroids on a biker,
nothing short of wild,
never have you been associated with mild.
Every inhalation brings memories new,
though few,
They are fond memories of you, My love.
But I still can't see you.

06-Nov-2005

More By  :  Abhinav V Shankar

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