Tuesday, December 1

a ghazal

We said it with blossoms, and your slightest touch
Tickled my core, I long for that touch tonight

When we watched the rain, or wrote love notes
On a scrabble board, I long for those words tonight

The fret for bread, the mundane life consumed us
We drifted aimless, I long for the old rush tonight

A pain nags at me forever, like ice cold bitterness
You sleep dreamless, I long for your turn tonight

I fear that your coldness will enter me, my bones
Nothing will thaw me, I long for warm love tonight

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