tilts to one side;
sitting in the palm
of my hand; my eyebrows
raise, a sigh; holding a memory
of you, through a window
I so want to feel your glow; the warmth in your blushing cheeks;
your reticent personality; your shyness; the whole of beautiful you,
the day I captured your image; you unaware; of me
behind the door, one morning.
So I touch the glass with my finger
feels cold; reflecting the feeling in my heart; without you.
My eyes fill-up; with your picture;
releasing tears; a mixture
I don’t want to wipe
away any of them away..
want to smash through the window
and pull you through; holding you again and again.
The misery sits right beside me, and I want both of us to push it away
feeling your skin; brushing next to mine so much; and not just for once more; but
Even my stomach rumbles with the emptiness; the hungered desire
of butterflies; that fluttered when I knew I would see you soon
that strange; but amorous feeling at the back of my neck;
whether its hairs; or just the...