It was smoking hot.
Their lips didn't meet,
Their bodies didn't touch,
A friendly banter came by once in a while,
Love filled the air.
A cool breeze blew,
Their bodies trembled,
Not because of fear
Not because of titillation,
He was sitting on a swing,
She was gently moving it for him,
They played with each other's minds.
A game both understood very well.
It was at nine in the night
I noticed the old couple from my balcony,
The man was on the swing,
The lady on the chair.
What stood between them was
a neatly placed chess board.
What stood between their minds
was nothing but "Intimacy".
4 comments:
sweet poem..
brought a smile to my face with the last stanza... well done!!
applause!! ...nice ending :)
Nice one..This is something like O Henry writing poem - with twist at the end....
But this "only mind intimacy" of the old couple was result of their closeness over many years. I doubt if this is true for young couple - specifically in a long distance relationship.
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