Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Aching

I wish my finger lengths would grow;
And stretch through the night,
The sky, the ocean and the sea~
To reach you.
Hold you.
Keep you.

© Nazia Mallick


Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...