This Bright Afternoon

There is softness in the air.
Somebody plays the flute
In a neighboring house.

From the next room comes
A woman with candid & gentle
Face, framed with ash blond hair.

With a smell of bougainvillea
A voice floats in the warm air.
& she takes off her clothesó

Bright blue camisole &
Maroon pantiesóher armpits
Stink of old French perfume.

She climbs naked into my bed
Winter is in her hair & the smell
Of December alights her body.

In the warm sunlight
Through the green curtains,
We lie naked, winter in our mouths.

On the curves of our twined bodies
Lingers the finger of memories.
While our souls sway in the air,

Luminous like our bodies
Enclosed in each other & together
This bright afternoon.


Outside cherry branches with
Flowers shiver in the crisp air
Of cold & warm December.

Bibek Adhikari

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2016-12-21 at 14:10

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Beautifully orchestrated. In fact, I find it wellnigh unimpeachable. Bravo!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I do believe these tender images have a very poignant message within them. It's soft and tender thoughts.

All style and no substance, it seems. My friend, you have to say something not just find various sweet ways to say nothing. Message me when you read this.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A delightful, warming poemórich and sensuous.