Thursday, July 06, 2006

summer x 3

Copper sulphate blue her grandmother
called that particular shade of blue
How did she know though,
having never set foot in a chemistry lab?

Her anklets are stiff
Like an old school friend you have lost touch with
The awkwardness soon gives way to a familiar comfort
It’s bells chattering away with every step taken

The woollen trousers and boots have been packed away
Cotton skirts voluminous and crinkled
Gently caress the soft inner skin of her thighs like a lover
Making her smile that secret smile

6 comments:

sudha said...

aaawwww .. i know wat tops my list of stuff to bring back next time am home - anklets :D


thanks for the easy tip, i thought there was some secret complex algorithm involving the amount of oil, mustard quantity, size of wok and flame strength, etc that i had to learn :))

Tiny Black Cat said...

strange writer you are. fleeting half-images, half-feelings and discomfort.

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

sudha :D and your welcome

tiny black cat - ummm... thanks ?

Prerona said...

reminded me of someone
and made me want to cry ...

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

prerona - sorry. hugs

Prerona said...

:)