You look like that, And you got soul…

Dry ice;
like cold arms
sizzling ice on fire
matchstick on a box
your soft kisses
like an unloading avalanche
cascading waterfall like hair
released from a broken wall
unexpected ripping of the skies
a downpour of rain
on an otherwise pleasant
simple day
your eyes that take a glimpse and disappear
that appear again,
those familiar eyes
eyes that stay and linger
like entangled fingers
caught in each others
this time,
this time it’s hooked
smitten, duped
stuck like flies
on some viscid substance
how sweet each bit tastes
take it all in, little sweet bit at a time
we know it all too well and we don’t know
eachother at all
let fingers talk, and tell a story
let the words merely wish to whisper
only the eyes to daze
towards heavens
where our lovers stay
bring down their messages
through kisses, traced below the neck
each fiber much too uneven
fragile, felt
much too familiar
too understood



Published by Samasya Tapasya

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