I close my eyes
and can see you.
You haven’t met me uptil
now but many a times, I have met you.


Some to be kept inside the closet
and some describable situations
some dry and some wet—
all are my mind’s creations

I plant some love
on a few angles of your figure
and raise my head above
to watch you produce sounds of vigour.

There’s warmth all around me
as in your arms I sleep.  
You shower some love, in return, on me
while closed my eyes I still keep.


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