The Longing

Another day
Oozing charm,
Staining me smitten
Comes through
With the bits of dusky poems
Swirling in my head.
My fingers
Fondle our memories in bed.
The winds whisper,
The chimes sing love
And my blinks and beats
And chills and smiles
Sync with the rustling palm leaves.
Thus and so
I await my tempter
Every moon
That brings a little honeyed pain
To my endless sky
Of rosy hues.

©Artwork by Anjali

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