curtained windows

Sunday, December 13, 2009

the blushing ceiling fan
gyrates and takes off
silken slips, gulping the moans;
time, spaced in its
consistent thrust,
unveiling all reflections
in the transparency
of the fleshly frissons below.

5 comments:

Julia Smith said...

'the blushing ceiling fan
gyrates and takes off
silken slips, gulping the moans'

Just love that!

shashidhar said...

Thank you Julia.

captainmolecule said...

Very subtle yet evoking a vivid imagination.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Shashidhar.
I love the very idea and image contained witin your words in this poem.

Eileen

shashi dhar said...

Thank you Eileen:)

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