Friday, 20 January 2017

[Poem] Miss. Love

I am a wraith
Fanning away at your bedewed forehead
A gentle breeze in a window less room

I am
A shy head shake
A fleeting thought
A fluttering heart beat
A tingle down your spine
A joyous song
A smile that weaves your lips

I am a mist
Rising and falling
With each breath
Living in utterances

I am shadow
Sinking in your silences

I am a fog
Engulfing your  contours
I fall as tears from adoring eyes
Only to dart back quickly
And snuggle deep
Amid your supple lips

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