Sunita Sehdekar
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cloaked in jonquils
she used to hide herself
from the moon
watching his warm hands
finger the white buds
unaware of her presence
that was years ago
now she no longer hides herself
they know each other
they speak of mundane things
the frisson of secrecy long since past
a soft comfortable slipper in its place
frisson is a cool word...had to look it up...
ReplyDeletei would say it is a good comfort a warm one
the energy does change once the anticipation
has been met but not in a bad way...smiles.
I like the softness of the comfortable slipper ~ There's familiarity and warmth, but not too mundane that it gets really boring ~
ReplyDeletehey, we chose the same imagery ~ Thanks for linking up ~
How wonderful. I love the personification of the moon and how appropriate now, when it's just been full.
ReplyDeleteThis works wonderfully with the image you chose. I, too, like the personification of the moon.
ReplyDeleteaww they speak of mundane things...I like it.
ReplyDeletelove like the moon - always cloaked in some measure. A lovely poem. ( written with the wisdom of age ? :) )
ReplyDeletenot quite ancient yet:)
DeleteWhat an interesting relationship. It seems like marriage.
ReplyDeletesolace..........
ReplyDeleteHope it is warm comfort and not losing sight of each other...
ReplyDeleteA sense of comfort that brings peace..
ReplyDeleteIt's good to have someone to be comfortable with. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteAh.. when you come to the slippers.. so nice and cosy.
ReplyDeletebeautiful transition to gentle intimacy
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the progression in your poem, Cressida! Excuse the very late comment but your comment on my poem went to my spam box.
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