Five Fingers... Only Knows How to Touch
Five soft early whispers, I carry for you,
Each a breath from the wind, tender and true.
Five early glances, like moonlight's kiss on the sea,
My eyes, like five lanterns, flicker for thee.
Five fingers, restless, always drawn to your skin,
Tracing the lines where love must begin.
Yet I falter, my touch a fragile sigh,
A prayer unspoken, a quiet cry.
For these hands, once brave, now tremble and wait,
They only know how to touch, how to hesitate.
In silence, they bloom, black veins of regret,
Five fingers longing for what they can't forget.
But in my heart, five memories remain,
Of warmth, of fire, of pleasure, and pain.
Five fingers, now wrinkled, still held in the bone until dust,
Five fingers, only knowing how to touch... and trust.
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Unbroken Heart
PoetryEchoes of an unbroken heart: A Collection of Romantic Woes Is a poignant collection of my poems that explores the bittersweet essence of love and longing. Each piece unveils the struggles, uncertainties, and profound emotions that accompany romanti...
