Your eyes by the window

Your eyes
like window light through glass
your skin; either blushed or heated or darkened by the sun
your smile, says it all by staying bitter
or hopeful
your hands, rule me like they know where to guide
your torso; to rest on
for music to play on



Published by Samasya Tapasya

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