Through Poetry

Let poetry, be my plea

To lay under 
your skin - the night

To gaze into
your moles - the stars

;

Let these deserted jumbled words
be the story

Of my wait
to meet somewhere - misplaced

Of my want
to touch you - vacant

;

Let the music of my nights
be drawn on these sheets
to be studied in desolation

 __ you, __me

;

Let the intrusion of our silence
be my penance

To be played
over and over again

To be stored
in letters - unread

Shringi
May 11, 2017

Burns Blue

Your name, fizzes on my tongue

It whistles
It burns blue
It blows rings in the air

It settles on my heart

Your lips move, I hear no words
You walk by my side, I feel no more special

But your name
fizzes on my tongue

It lies on my bed
It leans on my door
It smiles and hesitates

Your name settles on my heart

-Shringi
May 09, 2017

Listening to Goji Berry Sunset
The line 'Your name fizzes on my tongue' is borrowed from the song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rED0XiO93c