— a poem of potpourris
Can I Stay Longer Next Time?
Will I see you in my next?
Published in
Feb 18, 2021
I’ve never been so close to your eyes;
those luminous brown, in living color.
Those lustrous yet fearless stare
could make mountain swear despair.
I try my best to fathom;
to unravel your jumbled thoughts.
An enigma like no other
with sultry lips that won’t stutter.
In a trice, I’m caught in your arms
Heaven-like touch wrapping all over
I’m no longer myself indeed,
as I drown in your sweet nothings.
As I told you of my plans, my desire to keep you close,
you ecstatically smile from ear to ear.
Yet when we lean for one last kiss,
I’m awakened from my sleep.
As sad as it may seem,
My dream is the only place where we’d meet.
