January 12, 2020

You Are Still Alive

I love you till the end
with every breath of me
that lets in the air of your love
Under the blanket of a dark night
I hear the smell of rain that
speaks my name
The touch of you, near
down my chin feels the warmth
of an unusual admiration
with a pull that calls
for nothing less, but more
Without any utterance
my lips follow the
tweak of your tongue,
and my dancing fingers move
on the flesh of your skin
Not more needed, than the mere
presence of you every single night..
Had it not come to an end,
my dream would live forever
in the closed eyes that never want to
wake up,
Be wherever in the world of
lost and found, nevertheless
YOU ARE STILL ALIVE,
in the heart of my broken mess.

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