this imprisoned desire

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a touch was sought and received, whence
fingers gauzed out the remnants of cold
in the warmth of these props of decency,

hidden – the thumb traces the existence, index
paves the way for further exploration, the middle
is the spine holding the act together,

the little is cushioned, nuzzling its cheek against
its counterpart, the ring wonders what it would entail –

probing and prodding the story of our times, it looks
for answers where there are even more questions. verses
are spoken and heard, there are certain bits of activity
to bring forth those much needed bits of dizziness.

such is the nostalgia for the untouched touch – of lips against lips,
of tongue against the skin.
such is the nostalgia for an unanswered answer – of murmurs within
the ears, of words left undone.

I peek through my naked thoughts and find a glimmer of
hope, nostalgic of an unbridled news item –

yesterday, she read the fate off of my palm,
today, he caressed those solemn lines,
tomorrow, I want to make them both last.

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Linking this hopeless reverie with Poets United. I hope you all are having a good Sunday.
Mine seems to be pretty dubious of its own existence.

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15 thoughts on “this imprisoned desire

  1. Very sensous write Anmol
    My favourite lines
    “I peek through my naked thoughts and find a glimmer of
    hope, nostalgic of an unbridled news item –”

    Happy Sunday

    Much love…

    Like

  2. It’s said that, after Pandora released the sins on the world, at the bottom of the box remained hope…..something we’re all seeking in these troubled times! Your poem is superb!

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  3. Isabeau D'anjou 1981 says:

    Beautiful… such a way to write about what was and the wistfulness and the bitter longing and sweet remembering… just beautiful. Thank you
    … “such is the nostalgia for the untouched touch – of lips against lips,
    of tongue against the skin.
    such is the nostalgia for an unanswered answer – of murmurs within
    the ears, of words left undone” …

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  4. such is the nostalgia for the untouched touch – of lips against lips,
    of tongue against the skin.
    such is the nostalgia for an unanswered answer – of murmurs within
    the ears, of words left undone

    so beautiful ! really enjoyed this
    Keep going

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  5. Kerry O'Connor says:

    I don’t think I have ever read something which describes so intently the parts of the hand. I like the way it all leads to the reading of a palm.

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