An imagery of you, feed
me longer moments
of solitary passages
What hunger satiate, inside;
I just curve my lips
a bit, on you
to find my belongings, broken down
into pieces of my breath
I take chance
in our closeness, whence
you will come
to stitch
my broken heart, that
I have left unknowingly on my pass
inebriated
in your eternal warmth
The author regales us with a work very much ” comme d’habitude “.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin for thy precious words.
This inebriating warmth does bring solace in chilly nights spent alone.wonderful words
So much thanks Nalini jee
A cerebral,challenging and engaging poem.