Link from a drunk friend who is a stranger or is it other way around? Posted by a very drunk blogger.
Unclaimed
To make love to a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test -
To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.
To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,
And understand, as only strangers may.
To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.
To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is; that this is so.
–Vikram Seth
Offered without comments.
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Dear R
“So many tales
deeply embedded in his skin
-which one is mine?”
“infatuation the chapter titled as
tempted me the bookmark
-to pause at you”
Trust Florida embraced you…..balmy!
Jyo
*a bit haikuish notes,influenced by Vikram Seth