If not loveshare me your sorrows Gaze me with your grief stricken eyes Unfold me your mulberry desires and lily dreams Embellish my lap with paper flowers that emanate innocence in chaosHold me with your raisin touch and kiss my scarlet lips Drown me in your malachite eyes and aureolin bloom smile The color of… Continue reading Remembrance — 2
An insect clings to my right hand and bites there. It creates a sore wound; Sadly reciting the tale of parted hands of tragic lovers, The burnt promises that lie on the tips of my fingers to the veins in my heart. The injury at times, serves as an apothecary. An amalgam of pain and… Continue reading Insect Bite
An Impossible Journey
Memories buried, But she still searches For his name and soul, To get a single glimpse of him. Though she knows, She is hoping for A journey which Will not lead Anywhere.