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:)
