Hi, thank you for reading my micro poems about desire, risks, and the attempts at being unforgettable.
I might
send a photo
I’ll regret tomorrow.
you asked
what I’m wearing —
I can’t describe
the nothing on.
I’m here
inventing our futures
— all of them reckless.
the thrill
was never between the sheets.
it was
the wait.
do only the breathtaking ones
get fantasized about?
what about
the rest of us?
do we get
even a glance?
can I say something —
anything —
that stays in your head?
even record players
break down
not you on a loop —
my necklace
caught in your head
to drive
you
crazy —
how I walked
the road
of my shoulder blade
with my slow fingers.

Thanks again for stopping by. If one line stays with you, I’d love to know what it was. Comment or DM me.
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
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