Slumbering Summer’s Noon

The blades churned slowly over the roof,

Drops of sweat slipping through silk skin,

Dusky tone her body, his fair hands touched,

Lying lazily on both sides of bed, their gaze,

Met, thankful to the summer noon twain,

Lover’s heart, even the droplets of sweat,

Made her look sensual, her warm uneasy breaths,

His eyes staring her carefully, both lying still,

Reading the unspoken desires sulking inside,

Waiting to unfold slowly in slumbering summer’s noon…

 

*Monalisa Joshi*

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