Love

I am a wraith

Fanning away at your bedewed forehead

A gentle breeze in a window less room

 

Sometimes

I am a fluttering heart beat

A flitting thought

A joyous song

 

I am a mist

Rising and falling

With each breath
Living in utterances
losing myself in silences
I am a shadow

Melting happily into contours
I fall as tears from adoring eyes

And dart back quickly

To snuggle between supple lips

8 thoughts on “Love

  1. Kamlesh Acharya

    This is beautiful poetry! Delightful imagination, contradictions and metaphors. “A gentle breeze in a window less room” was exquisite.

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