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