The Warmth of Naked Bodies

Fades away everyday

Hiten
Hiten
Nov 3 · 1 min read
Photo Credits: Author

Lips curve kissing, arms circle to hug
Neither felt in flesh, nor etched in bones —
But molded in steel, or carved in stones.
Cold to your eyes, and frigid to touch.

A bullet for dew-eyes that wandered much,
Warm lives taken, how gently they fell
A hungry blade ready to bathe in…

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Soliloquizing. Poetry | Prose | PhD Student

Literally Literary

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