Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence
darkly sensed, a breathless pause between
a scream, and whispered lies.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you”
Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched
attracted by its wanton blaze, singed
and falling, failing, leaving left.
“I didn’t meant to hurt you”
Touchable as dreams inhaled.
Today Abhra is hosting at dVerse Open Link. Come and visit, share your poetry and enjoy other’s poetry.