She wants to touch him
He asks, ‘Can I touch her?’
his eyes on someone
Despair clinches her affection
Untaken words call in the air.
Burnt, she consents: but one day,
perhaps, she will let him strip
her life of its affection
till all warmth turns cold
The taste of her luscious lips
still lingers on my face
her touch
still trace my back
all in the shadows of time.
[For a friend who loved his ex.]
His beauty unclouded by malice-
put every woman to shame,
given a chance, every man
would kill him, with envy
The well-defined nose,
pale lips and sad eyes
ruffles of black hair
had my heart throbbing
My eyes dawdled on him
a magnetic pull fixed on his face
just a touch of his hand
would have been enough
His beautiful face frequented my heart
wanting to see him more
I stalked my memories
to catch a glimpse of him
I found him on the cold winter ground
his black hair white with snow
his sad eyes forever frozen
an empty bottle in his hardened hand
Tears from my eyes
froze on his iced cheek,
dropping next to his cold body
I gently kissed his dead blue lips
One touch will get me through this winter.
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