Wednesday, March 26, 2014

I miss you


On a rainy day like this,
I search for you
under the blanket
Perhaps, you are hiding.
Inside a book,
Perhaps, lost between the lines
Come out, please, My Love

I will serve you in a plate

my drenched heart
like a cookie,
soaked up in a
steaming cup of Red Ginger tea,
for you to enjoy.
Will you come, My love?

I will pass my finger tips

along your tiger chest
feeling the stripes
listening to the pitter-patter
of your heart
cuddling up to your warmath
like a croissant.
Where are you, My love?
On a rainy day like this?

By Jahooli Devi

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