Saturday, 9 May 2020

Y O U




How do I indulge myself 
with bliss in a form of you? 
Your lips, let them part ways.
 They are as one seraphic encounter. 
May I breathe in your breath? 


How do I feast on
something I cannot partake?
 Your cheek, I catch the scent of,
 it is as a midnight zephyr.
 May I sail my tongue on it? 

My voicelessness, in your ear, 
 frees an amorous word.

YOU...


1:45 AM
MAY 9, 2010



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