It stares at me frowning...
With its white bellies left to wash..
All is , as I entered the bathroom...
She is a BRA ....
only a VACUUM BRA!
My imagination went unbuttoned,
Mostly when I feel like embracing
The soft and mellowed woman in it.
Only I know her as she knows me not
My guesses exceeded,
As evidences found in the room,
Concludes , she a woman with short hairs,
A fare one or a brownie one,
Yet can’t make wild guesses,
From the night gown, a short fattier one,
The sheets on her bed lay supine,
Like a maiden unravished,
A dense moustache with a shaven face,
stood forlorn between us alone
Commonly there’s only one
As a room shared only by two,
Order less sometimes
And in times other in order
Oddly enough, more often than not
Virtually I Don’t know ,they make love
And kissed each other
In our midst, he asunder playing a guest
In tune with our taste,
No evidence for certain such deals done,
As such, crumbled bits of glass bangles or sprinkles of kumkuma on the floor
He used to kiss me right tight with no fright ,
Only a mirror could seen hung discoloured on the greyish wall against me,
All the caressing long, I felt along ,
The embraces and kisses
He holds her too , kisses her too
I realised, a lesson too truer to follow!
‘What We all do in this life are things,
Which we left undone in another life ‘
‘That, EVERY LIFE is An Unbuckled Vacuum BRA ‘
Can only be valued when filled in with your substance!