I think of her as a semblance that holds my gaze
An abstract that lets desire exist without haste.
Curves that need no divine to be sanctified
Made not to tempt. Held in awe.
She is not envisioned in fragments
The thought takes in her whole.
Ken stays longer than it should
And learns the grace of staying.
Even touch feels subdued in her presence
The form understands before the caress does.
What dwells before me stands complete
It persists, and that is enough.
- Sarukrishna R
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