Monday 1 June 2015

~ Speak! Please! ~



~ Speak! Please! ~

Your silence …
Knowingly fetches me this pain,
I fail to comprehend …
To see your lips dancing,
Sloshing and rippling the liquid sounds
I am miserably greedy for this wine alike
And if you speak now—
That should you, please
It will scorch my long wait
Floating down my parched throat
For I haven’t had wine for days
And yet, I will wallow and devour
For I am thirsty more and more
Your sweltering sweet voice thus I need
More than anything needed before …
Quench the craving of my empty glass,
Pour me your scant words, so
My sentence is ………………
…………………….. incomplete!




1 comment:

  1. I can feel the yearning in this. Silence can be ever so deadly a weapon in the game of love.

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