Thursday 19 June 2014

At the foothills of Munnar

Mist falling away
From her torso
Lush and dew laden,
The mountain reclines
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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