Missing
She emerged from the bathroom
Wrapped in a cloud
Shrouded by scented mist
She bent forward
With her hands on the knees
Her curls poured
A black waterfall
She blew a kiss at me
Along her palm
A wet firefly landed on my lips
And I burned myself
In moaning flames
Of her fever
Copyright © Ibohal Kshetrimayum | Year Posted 2018
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