Friday, 20 February 2009

sunday scribblings: trust

Title: rewind

the piano plays,
our hands touch.
the ocean softens,
the symphony of sounds is beautiful.
our fingers seep through the sand,
our toes step into the sea.
our lips touch,
its magic.
our hands touch,
rough with sand morsels.
we kiss, can't stop now,
my anklets sing.
the cool water is upto our knees now,
too far from the sand.
we fall, free fall into the water,
our hands still together, our lips too.
underwater, a little deeper,
our hands still together, our lips too.
we sway with the water,
our hands still together, our lips too.
our feet tangled around each other,
our hands still together, our lips too.

i let go, i stop,
that's enough.
i stand up, with water almost to my neck,
i pull closer to the ear, our fingers touch.
"i don't trust you," i say,
i walk away.
sand at my feet,
water trickles down my neck.
our hands still together, our lips too,
but its just a dream, and the piano plays on.

--Prompted by:


Stan Ski said...

Easy to get carried away in a romantic situation, but trust is about instinct as well as judgement.

Anonymous said...

very nice... i like those repeating words. and the great change at the end. my first visit here (as far as i can remember) and thank to the Sunday Scribblings. also enjoy reading through your othe place..
and as for this piano, i have now discouverd this beautiful piece and would love to share it with you.. it is from Ludovico Einaudi's album Divnire, No.3 'Monday'. enjoy.

Granny Smith said...

I was surprised by the last stanza! A lovely evocative poem.

Anonymous said...

Those you trust the most can steal the most. :)

Linda Jacobs said...

Wow, this sucked me right in! Beautifully written!

Fledgling Poet said...

I enjoyed this...the second stanza caught me by surprise. Great read!

Patois said...

Yes, the second stanza shook me. Nicely done.

Princess S/Kishmish said...

thank you all :)

J said...

Love it!:)