My lips tattoo your face,
stopping at your forehead, that
I've just filled with the
wildest dreams.
Once they had caged you so bad.
Now as we lay, like severed lisianthus,
sidebysideheartinheartsoulinstomachbutterfliesinnipplesflowersinlaps
gardensintouchespassioninthesweat
sidebyside,
I feel as if the connection's too strong
to make us feel nothing short
of a true
ascent to
heaven.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
SUNSHOWERS
कथेतर साहित्यA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?
