Thursday, June 25, 2015

Touch


That shirt of yours, dear Love
Glides on my skin and rests at my waist
Your fingers lock in the strands you untangle
Eyes closed, I feel…..you

As I walked towards your home
A rush gathered, bursting my veins into a rainbow
The colours splashed onto you in an embrace
Pink looked gorgeous on your lips

Your sweatshirt can’t replace you
It feels me, in your absence
Knows not how I long for that touch
The one that melts dark chocolate into luscious berries
Neither touched by you nor me, yet eaten.


P.S: Prompt 'touch' given by a friend:)


1 comment:

Vinay Leo R. said...

How very romantic :)

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