Clinomania






My excessive desire to stay in bed
Was mirrored by the choice of your
cologne
that you sprayed on your chest.
Drops of water falling on it
from your wet hair  
made me 
Think
of all the wetness
Glistening between my thighs.
Your baring smile 
Reminded me of the scrape on my neck.

I touch the long bitten spot

Trailing my hand 
down to my heart

I had bared my soul to you. 
Now I cannot get up from the sheets
The blankets mask my stench
My chest bleeds 
drops of water falling on it
It is raining
from my eyes.
my soul has escaped 
Rocketing outside in the speed of light
The force thrusting me back 
into my lair of pillows and feathers
You were my soul. 
I have become a clinomaniac. 

One thought on “Clinomania

  1. Sandip Khanal says:
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    Very beautiful and captivating words smoothly flowed in emotions..”I had bared my soul to you” ..what a great line ..! ..Hey friend don”t be too much sleepy ..It will harm..:P:P :D..hehe ….:):)

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