Don’t you know my love? 

I still dig my face in your chest at nights,

And lay warm in your embrace the same way I used to.

My hands around you,

Your breaths touching my hair and neck,

Your hands around my waist.

Yes, I cosset with you,

In my reverie.

At times, I feel to touch you,

Other times I don’t need to touch you at all,

You are in my space,

All in my head and heart,



By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


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