craving for glass

white little hillocks,

crowned by leafless twigs,

all brown and frail,

topped by the tiniest teardrops,

unflowing, enthralling,

glassy, not grassy,

so transparent that you can make out

all the way down to the bottom,

a bouquet, a banquet,

a real conquest

to have entwined round you,

i do covet

the carnation ringing

your index finger.

p.s: ss, you better get me an exact replica or my envy’s gonna melt it to opaque plastic 😀

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1 Response to craving for glass

  1. rashmenon says:

    @ andy: 🙂 pleased, very 🙂

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