Poems

moonlight

in your hands
i see myself
because i held them for so long
oh my darling, i believe
you're the place in which i belong
your fingertips
against my cheeks
are telling me secrets
that we don't talk about
but do we even need to talk?
we don't need to.
when we can smile at each other
we can kiss each other
we can hug each other
we can feel each other.
surely, we don't need to speak
but still, you deserve a whole book full of words,
of poems.
because you are my muse.
i don't know many things
but i know two things for sure:
i've never felt anything,
anything that strong,
and it is inside your arms
that i'm sure that i belong.