He swept me off;
yes, right from my behind.
His hands were not cold,
yes, they were not cold.
While I sobbed;
he wiped my tears,
in my teary eyes I tried to see,
but my gaze met the cloud.
He sang the songs;
that wriggled my waist.
When I turned to see,
he who played so well,
his behind was what was left.
As they dropped,
from my lips,
the same words he said back to me,
as I ran to catch up;
he flew away from my reach.
Now, my heart aches,
for it abhors the unknown.
I ache to know what he knows,
that I know not yet.
Am facinated by his aura,
yet oblivious of his looks.
Am in love with a stranger.
he was here and there,
he knows me but dares me to.
Am in love with the stranger;
and I wish not to unlove.
Maureen Alikor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-love-with-a-stranger-8/
