Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Fragrance of dreams


Above a wide sweep in the hills,
a whiff of you brushed my cheek;
and the ripening berries dripped
your parted lips' warmth upon my lips,
it remains unknown to me, on which moment
the night met a sudden end,
but still to my fuzzy head in dreams,
the fragrance of your breath extends...


© Nazia Mallick

Kindled

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