Like a foot that lingers in wet grass,
a hair strand a finger in concert with,
wary though of the uneasiness,
a momentary fetish takes over,
waiting for the stupor to fade.
A dark night’s rain I walk in,
unruly twitches of leaves,
the falling rain drops to tease;
the chilly breeze and scents linger,
fidgeting with the overflow of emotions.
A compulsion to hug someone,
some wishes that wish to be whispered,
I wallow in myself, in disconcert.
A frenzy hoping for harmony,
a frenzy in an embosom!
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