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Winter Husband Poems | Husband Poems About Winter

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Details | Verse |

A WINTER SECRET: Confessions of a woman blessed with true love -for Mix It Up contest

A WINTER  SECRET: Confessions of a woman blessed with true love .(for Mix It Up  contest)
                                         
                                          frost shields the window
                                       deepening the sleep within --
                                                  soft snores

  The winter chill cut deep. An eerie frosty silence loomed all over white stillness. Glad, my heart was the only thing that was on fire .But it had been so since the advent of that winter. True, funny too, I had met him only a couple of times and spoke to him just once. Then, our eyes had held each other’s in rapturous oblivion of the commotion around us .My heart began its tremble at the very thought .I was deeply intrigued at the throb, but I let it stay. It was a sweet tantalizing torment  .I disguised all that girly cravings in a sophisticated smile and appeared composed. All the while the feminine faculty raced frantically within the psyche to sort an answer for my mammoth attraction and hazed feelings… can it be love? I pulled on my mauve suede jacket and ankle high boots , let myself out for a tranquil pace of contemplation free from the ribbing of reality. Shamelessly banal, I began. Was it his sleek movements, or his deep tawny eyes, or his frank demeanor, or his graceful hands? I was panting. I stopped there .I entered a café for a warm recluse. As I waited for my cafe -latte at a corner table, I was drawn into a penetrating set of eyes, caught quite off-guard. He approached me and with that throaty chuckle and sincere plea, he asked me out for a walk. [Crazy? I thought to myself when I saw the  soft drizzle outside].

    We walked along the slippery side lanes .Heavy lidded and glazed, my eyes picked beauty in abundance .Everywhere .My hands deep in pockets and chin held up, I gave a good pretense. To  look calm. But my nerves were crackling in excitement. Winter winds were harsh .He took me home. Astonishing ,I found myself talking to him with an astounding ease.Waves of warm love exuded and all I longed for was to be in his arms. But I sat there with  a put on stoic diplomacy. Tapestries were classy and beautiful, I noted. And that was all .Vision blurred and wild honey flowed... I felt a warm homecoming in his arms, as natural as a flower blooming under tender moonlight....

                                                  
                                                   the moon shines
                                                 on two sated lovers -- 
                                                    cell -phone rings
                                                 



Mehnaz,
30.01.2013.

For Debbie 's Mix It Up Contest.


Details | Free verse |

A moment in catagorical time

It's a cool  mesure of life blood low
keeping the venous vacant return and arterial alert
               compressive but maniacal
down   deep fried effervesence continued a bliss
smooth blow horn alive high frequency antedote
fever pitch a b--i-- t==...c,,,h  mellow deed digestive
cornerstone just picked, not canned cloud
billows apiece with networks intact
sublime charged unpatterened--to gut cord
noose cadence couffiures---who needs to look
when you can heartfeel the resonance trueblue
mild like casket breaths mishapen to formless 
'guises compact summer stated summer not
he--ightened proseless panarama to stiffle
the mistermasters time corrided but indelibly
remembered and "coited to us"---like
creature interruptus. Follow the ill laid scheme
and bottleneck every word line graph to a sinomeasure
rhyme myth only time will tell tribute
pour the mind from the soul fill the void with the
gush of private reserve subvintage--but held
crime captive via socioprocastination of free, non taxable
no interest due, no penalty for "early withdrawal" 
purely personal, single minded, "brand H-one
owner single sibiling thought jester cannibal
yum yum eat'em up eat'em up.


Details | Light Poetry |

WINTER FIREPLACE

its time
for class of wine
and get stern
while the fire burn
get close
and lover frim
we have  taste
we like the
WINTER
FIREPLACE