Poem: Shower

Posted on March 3, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan

It occurs to her then,
that when as a child,
she would refuse to wash.
After playing in the mud.

Tiny eyes pleading with the parent.
Let me smell mud on me
for a while longer.

And now, as her morning shower,
washes away more
of the lover’s smells away.
She wishes her skin would be stained.
With kisses instead.

About Neha Viswanathan

Neha Viswanathan. City-hopping, trivia-gathering, identity-hunting. Obsessions include culture, social software, cities, literature, internet, music, history, marketplace and anything that doesn't twinkle.
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4 Responses to Poem: Shower

  1. Flaneurbanite says:
    March 3, 2009 at 7:37 pm

    “skin stained with kisses instead”. Nice. :)

  2. bhumika says:
    March 4, 2009 at 8:42 am

    back after a long time and good to see this as the first post. Lovely!

  3. yuva says:
    March 6, 2009 at 3:29 pm

    Let me give you
    Let me fulfill your needs
    Nice cars fancy things
    Gold chains and diamond rings
    I can’t give them to you baby
    But I’ll give you kissess.

  4. Aaarti says:
    March 18, 2009 at 5:18 am

    Wow, that was beautiful….. !!