embers

sometimes
embers
in spent fires
do flare
desiring to flower
gloriously
….
unspoken
tenderness in eyes
though on forefront
inbuilt high of touch is
something else when palms
kiss hand in glove
…..
stringing
memory beads
already crafted and
freshly wrought
add zest
to humdrum
….
enjoying
shared favorites
among old songs
we sing along
drowning each other
in rivalry and jest
….
thus
we suck life’s
marrow
grain by grain
unhurriedly
utterly relaxed
….

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