Mist falling away
From her torso
Lush and dew
laden,
The mountain
reclines
Dishevelled,
In careless
abandon.
Dense, deep,
dark
And tousled
Are her wavy
tresses
As the cool
wind
And drizzle
Shower soft
caresses.
Clouds of fog
rise
In soft sighs
In the lazy
afternoon hour
As she slips in
and out
Of a heady,
Lingering
sensual languor.
© Sujatha Warrier 2013
[Published in Anthesis – International
English Poetry Collection]
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