My heart weaves poetry
that my fingers have forgotten.
---
Your breath mingles with mine,
my fingers entwine yours,
I groan in your ears
as you breathe into mine.
Suddenly, reality has become
redundant.
---
The spoils of your dreams
will be accounted for.
What About Me
Parents
Bosco
Us
2 comments:
Just chanced upon your blog- and I simply love your writing. Keep giving us something to chew on..Cheers!
Kavitha: Thank you for that, I suppose I will get back to writing gradually :)
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