Caress

I miss those times !! And yeah, Adonis still fights with Sir Lazealot........with varying degrees of success....!!

Caress

My ears feel the thump of my heart…beating wildly against my chest ….

My back feels the caress….Of the sticky sweat…..

 The chilly breeze layeth with little rest….

The choked lanes…dotted with huddled souls…

All fearing the calm before the storm…

My eyes search the one with grace…

Who savors the quiet…before the gong…

I see a form gliding through the lane…

Free from curse of frown face….

With goddess of sparkle lighting the eyes…

All too willing to spread lovely cheer and grace….

The golden light peeks through bashfully…

And the clouds part willingly…..

I see the gliding form…

Always in sight…but never close to light…

The beats temper…the caress fades…

The chill reminds …..That there is ...
No such grace…