The night quivered with the revelation of passion,
beneath the scarce raised lashes of your eyes.
And sighing lightly, the cinders began to sputter in the dying fire,
Struck by the sudden chilliness of the room…
All night the thunderstorm threatened, to turn the whole world upside down.
All night we tried to warm up, a love gone cold.
Last night you wrote your sonnets in Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and I ...
Look what happens with a love like that- it lights up the whole sky. ~Hafiz~ Picture:Google
the waxen face of moon melting in the pool of tears like snow in my palms © Nazia J
if I hold my breath, if I become very, very still: if I stop breathing; if I just stop breathing... will I hear you calling me, f...