Post #5379

ALL I KNOW OF YOU Was love supposed to be this? When my arms, All stretched out But never reach you. And my hands, Stays deprived Of holding yours. My finger shrinks In desperation To touch your skin. While just my body, Confesses its needs Shamelessly without denying. My poor heart sits lonely Releasing bubbles of emotions in a sigh. Till my helpless mind rides the high Intoxicated of you. And your thoughts Blames my stomach Of sheltering a zoo. This is what I know of love, through the year and a two. This is all I know of you. 26.08.2021 ©Pakhi #pm#poetry#Review#poemforhansen