HAPTIC

1.

Your saliva covers my skin
It dries and joins my body
Your eyes were the like of a meditating saint
Your tongue pushing the inside of my mouth
screams something incorrigible,
devoid of logic;
The fragrance of you lingers on my skin.
The exhausting labour of a metro
Screens your saintly eyes,
Unsettles my rest.

2.

When I wake up
Beside your skin,
When I draw on your brown texture
Aroused,
You close your eyes
Dipping into a deep universe of senses
In a moment

– kept aside,
covered with care.

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