[I wrote this poem over a span of one month. As the poem is long , I shall post it in parts every Friday. It’s a poem about love but some may find the content semi-erotic. Lest their finer senses be disturbed, be aware and proceed at your own risk.]
Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.
Link to the previous part :https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4m2
Curvaceous beauty she was not,
Not someone’s idea of right proportions,
A bud about to blossom into a fragrant flower,
Vibrant and mellow,
Neither thin like a reed blowing in the wind,
Nor amply endowed but plump where it mattered,
She had her flaws that filled my heart with joy;
If I would have been a sculptor,
I would have taken a chisel in my hand
and sculpted her on the finest stone;
Like Venus De Milo,
her sculpture would have stood there on the meadows,
Beauty personified, a gift from God;
Alas, sculptor I was not,
I failed to immortalize thee,
But my love,
I sculpted every detail that I can see,
Tenderly in my heart it would be;
As the poet once said,
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever”,
There, in my heart,
you would remain till end of eternity,
And I would selfishly enjoy your memory.
Oh, how I describe your beauty,
words fail me;
I could only gaze in wonder
as my fingers moved gently over your flat belly,
A navel perfectly formed
with a thin line of hair moving down,
lost in the valley below;
As my hand moved down,
The smooth belly tensed
and firmed under my hand;
Your spine arched
and your slender graceful hand
held me in a strong embrace;
You rested your head on my shoulders,
Finely manicured nails
digging deep into the skin of my back;
Fine, thin silky hairs
at the nape of your neck
Your chest crushing into mine,
Heaving and throbbing;
Gently did I embrace you,
My finger tips moving slowly down
following the curve of your spine;
It must have tingled
when my fingers reached the base
where it joined the valley
between the rise
of the voluptuous half moons spread wide;
The quivering tremors
rushed across your body to me,
How was I aroused
as you hold me tight
and moved your hands gingerly down;
An eternity must have passed
as our bodies were so entwined,
Nary a hair could have passed
as we stayed in that pleasant embrace;
You raised your head,
Looked into my eyes,
And you smiled;
Somewhere the forbidden fruit fell and
on that meadow,
I found my heaven. 
[December 3, 2020]
© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021
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7 thoughts on “From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)”
Great Poetic descriptions Pranab. I can see it all.
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Thank you so much Ritu.
Please keep your eyes closed😃
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Sorry I’m late. I’ve not been well these last few days. I read this yesterday but wasn’t up to leaving a comment. Please take this with a pinch of salt. As I said last week, I think you write suggestion so much better than physical description. When it’s intimate, as this is, I persist in thinking the detail has to be intimate and personal too, original, images and associations that only you would use. The last lines, with the image of the fruit dropping into the field are lovely. To me, the half-moon buttocks, navels and wandering hands are not. There are lots of different ways to write sex depending on what impact you’re looking for. That’s what you have to decide.
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Jane, what is there to be sorry about. I should be sorry to bother you when you are sick. Hope you are well now.
Stay safe and take care.
You know I value your feedback.
Last week had been a hard one. One my my dear cousin that I grew up with back home and spent many vacations together during my childhood passed away due to Covid. Another of our family friend here passed away due to brain cancer. He was hale a hearty till two months back and one day tripped at home. That’s when the tumor was found. Few other friends/family members got infected back home. Recovering.
What a lot of sad news you’ve had lately! There’s no point sending anything except sympathy, but you can have plenty of that xx
I’m almost over the back episode. I think it must have been a trapped nerve rather than a pulled muscle as the pain stopped abruptly. It was just unfortunate that I had a migraine at the same time and the cocktail of pills knocked me out. I’m back to insomnia now, but the pain’s gone so I’m more or less over it.
Don’t apologise though, you don’t bother me. I answered when I could and it’s a pleasure to do so, especially is you think it’s a help.