The Poem You Read In My Body

My eyes – full of stars as you gaze at me. Fireworks of heartbeat, I feel with too much glee.

You kiss my forehead –

I wanna die with you on my bed. But tell me first what is left unsaid.

You hold my hands as if I am water that is flowing out from you. Unknowingly, you are for me the ocean which is so blue.

You kiss my lips as if two bridges are being reconnected for a long time.

You touch my body. You and me – the kind of world war three.

Someone gets to surrender. And someone emerges as a winner.

The story of my body. You have written it with too much memory.

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The Poetess
Erratic. Playful. Poetic.

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