Passion

I liked you bit by bit.
First your hair, then your eyes,
your lips, breasts and entire body.
Then your smile, your voice,
your clothes and everything you owned.
You stretched your hand toward me.
I clasped it in mine.
The lines on my palm
kissed the lines on yours.
I looked into your eyes,
saw a pool of passion
inviting me to plunge.
I got ready to throw myself,
and drown in them.
I undressed, carefully,
taking off my clothes bit by bit,
folding them up and keeping aside.
Then, as I looked around,
you were, all of a sudden, not there,
leaving me on the brink,
naked and cold.





Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2008-03-08 at 12:52

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Rob Graber
Leaves the reader on the brink as well! I like the bit-by-bit parallel. Too careful about the undressing maybe? Sometimes haste makes waste; other times, he who hesitates is lost... Well contrived and enjoyable!
2008-03-08