Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Naked Expressions

The worn out longing rests in me
Blooming a thought sluggishly
Of times when you unwrapped within
Your touch melting in my transparent skin
A heavy block of pain in throat
Zillion words thought and wrote
Your being was my poem for life
Naked expressions gasping in strife
Time and space, there are no such things
I stuck to core, you grew all wings
My existence breeds your sense and smell
A dangerously beautiful, eternal spell

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