Window

Window by Priya

You Hold-on to the window-sill..
Your face pressed against the bars...
Eyeing the path that leads to your window..
Expecting your consort to be at the window..
Holding on to his thoughts.. you extend your arms..
Holding you in his eyes...he embraces you with the window.

© Deepa
Apr 15, 2007
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