Sitting across
my eyes study you;
a painter taking
in his model, to mind's portal:
you sit hunched
over the dining table top,
a work of art
"The girl in a hurry
taking few quick bites"
I am a picture
yet to be attempted
"The man in agony"
would have just dark hues,
you left in a huff
to catch the inter-city train,
I work at night,
so went to lay down,
When my eyes drooped
I leaned against you,
your scent has such
soporific touch
that bring longings
soon to the fore.
And in my sleep I remember,
you'll be lying in my bed,
with in your lonely mind
all through commuting,
rocked by the train.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 7:47 AM UTC
Sitting across
my eyes study you;
a painter taking
in his model, to mind's portal:
you sit hunched
over the dining table top,
a work of art
"The girl in a hurry
taking few quick bites"
I am a picture
yet to be attempted
"The man in agony"
would have just dark hues,
you left in a huff
to catch the inter-city train,
I work at night,
so went to lay down,
When my eyes drooped
I leaned against you,
your scent has such
soporific touch
that bring longings
soon to the fore.
And in my sleep I remember,
you'll be lying in my bed,
with in your lonely mind
all through commuting,
rocked by the train.
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