You kiss me where the end Of my smile met my cheek. Your lips do not find my lips there anymore. Your head on my belly Up and down Your black shock of hair Sinking rising Like a ship lost to sea.
The lost scribblings of a virtual gypsy
The lost scribblings of a virtual gypsy
You kiss me where the end Of my smile met my cheek. Your lips do not find my lips there anymore. Your head on my belly Up and down Your black shock of hair Sinking rising Like a ship lost to sea.
Shweta Bhat Poetry 