Cold Comfort

Time was 
when my heat 
scorched your skin
Now my touch 
leaves you colder 
than a winter's day

Your fingertips once 
left a trail of heat
I burned willingly
Now I turn to ice
when you draw near

What sends a chill 
through me
is not the lack 
of warmth
I shiver
at the thought
that I prefer it cold

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Distances

Will putting miles
between us
bridge the chasm
of indifference
that grows wider each day

Will travelling farther
help me find the path
that will bring you back

Will my absence
make you notice me
the way you never did
when I was by your side

Each day that passes
draws me deeper
into a maze of questions
from which there is no escape

Perhaps I prefer to stay trapped
in the cocoon of ignorance
than find the answers
that I know await me



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Until...

Anticipation a butterfly fluttering inside me 
Joy lights me up like a neon sign
My cheeks glow with the red of a blooming rose
My eyes sparkle like the brightest stars in a velvet sky
My heart drums up an incessant rhythm 
My body thrills to its pasionate beat 
I pick the sensuous burgundy dress that will cling and sway
And dainty heels to strap on
Perfume that will leave an enticing trail
I will paint my lips an irresistible red....

An incessant ringing 
the morning alarm trills 
the time for dreaming is done...



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Final Embrace

The waves are not alone 
in feeling the moon's pull
Foaming waters 
raise white-tipped fingers 
beckoning me 
Grainy hands of sand 
fall away from my feet 
loosening their hold 
setting me free 
for the long walk into the sea 
Thoughts tumble in my head 
a jackpot machine 
rolling endlessly 
spewing fragmented images 
that rise then fade 
as I slot memory coins 
into my mind 
unheeding of where I step 
not noticing the earth 
go from dry to damp 
the footprints I leave 
for an instant
the wind whispering 
in my hair 
the water lapping 
at my toes 
rising to envelop me 
as I sink into its icy arms 
No joyful death, this 
just the slap of cold reality 
one last time

© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved