winter comforts

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the first drops felt like invisible threads
dangling down the sky in swift, translucent
colours, wetting the epidermis of the earth,
in the pattern of an old comforting habit,
worn-out and bare, as a cold wind against
the torn paths of my seldom-used lips.

you felt like a stolen figure of hope —
a sudden departure from white noise
in a vast welcoming gesture of your open
arms, your face flushed in a lightning
roar — your voice grew distant, and yet
your luminous eyes stayed in the dark.

i shared the softness of my limbs, loose
muscles, hollow bones, all the broken scars.

.

© Anmol Arora

Also read, devirginating desire and a twilight story

Linking it up with The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads, where I am hosting and paying homage to Mary Oliver and David Bowie
Image source (B. Prettau – WINTER RAIN)

 

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16 thoughts on “winter comforts

  1. Kestril Trueseeker says:

    A taste of passion after trudging through a long dry spell with out it is almost unbearably electric. And kisses on those scars might be the most erotic thing of all. I love, love, love this.

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  2. Jim says:

    It happens, “face flushed in a lightning
    roar.” I had almost forgotten that flushed face, it is real though. I won’t forget again for a while.
    I like your artwork find, or did you paint it?
    p.s. Winter? Though we have rain lways here I was thinking snow falling when I started to read. Rain is much better.
    Thank you for hosting today.
    ..

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  3. sanaarizvi says:

    Woww! ❤️ This is absolutely gorgeous, Anmol! 😀 I love the way you speak of rain here. The way you describe it; “like invisible threads dangling down the sky in swift, translucent colours” is sheer poetic brilliance! And then to shift the tone near the end by giving us a glimpse of your vulnerability and soul makes this an unforgettable poem! Love it! ❤️

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  4. the first drops felt like invisible threads
    dangling down the sky….love this description of rain. So amazing and mysterious. I agree with Bjorn. This does read almost like a sonnet to weather.

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