where do you hide br you millions of goosebumps br i know you are there br under my middle aged skin br br br when the wind blows icy br you rise uninvited br waves of merry you br travel up and down my hands br br br when i listen to stories fantastic br you peep up again br drenching me br waving flags of hairs br br br when i see nature in her nudity br your periscopes break the surface br applauding or appreciating br i do not know br br br when i walk under a drizzle br and when i soak under the sun br you cannot keep quiet br you must rejoice on my brownness br br br and when my lover's breath br stings my neck br there you scream again br right down my spine br br br where do you hide br oh you pesky little peeping toms br i couldn't find you br when i'd scraped my skinbr br prathap suthanbr br