After we treaded on the lavender field
You intricately held my wrist,
A tender grip moisten by the humid
I was pricked by my thoughts—
Bending over my neck, body and soul
Germinating from my Lips, urging me to kiss you—
Then you gave me a piece of smile
Hoping to regrow them back from these bare hands,
Naked, vulnerable and soiled.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden ink of Heart
PoetryLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
