Infiniteness
They say,
I haven't loved a man,
haven't tasted
their desperate lips,
ready to burn down my whole body,
felt their hearts
surrounding mine like a fortress,
read in their impoverished eyes
the need of
my gentle touch on their thumping chests.
They often see me
with pitiful eyes,
utter, sighing,
'Poor girl, don't know love,'
I gave them a kind smile of a sage.
For they do not know,
How many times, you turned me into a lush green foliage
under your shining body that tastes of Sun.
How many times, I chanted your name in loud whispers while your soul engulfed mine in the dark of the night,
How your fiery passion flowed inside my veins, raising, forming my own,
How I've felt we're one, in this infiniteness.
And this,
need not be known.
24/4/2021
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Short StoryShort Story Collection. I am starting this book with one story right now. I will keep updating as I write new one. The book cover is made by talented @COFFSYRUP.
