Bijoy Philip - Delusion

I rocked so silently in my chair
I could hear nothing
But the wood against the floor
CREAKING
And I fell into a dream

She was the temptress
The queen of honeycombs
Sticking of saccharine
I could feel the slimy skin
Jutting out through her thick dress

She was playing with the coffee mug
And a smoke in her left hand
Coffee thick with cigarette smoke
Was spilled on that cheap porn magazine cover.
She looked at me and grinned

I opened my eyes with a jerk and fell back into a forest.

I was near the magic of a crystal stream
Where the water form the cascade collected gently on the basin.
And I saw her with her naked back turned against me
Her curves glistening with the droplets of water
And curved out of ivory.
Her dark hair that can contain the mystery of the night.

Bijoy Philip

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