I can hear each note, lightly touched by your delicate fingertips.
I can hear the smile spread across your lips,
As the dove spreads its ivory wings.
I can hear the chirrupings of those afternoon suns.
I can hear the rustling of your raven strands beckoning the velveteen dusk.
I can hear the enchanting breeze, brush the warmth of the salt of your face.
I can hear the breath escape your reddened lips in its soft gasp,
The glide of your porcelain against those sweetened petals- floating feathers.
I can hear your racing footsteps still,
As they gash against those stone steps.
I can hear your spirit blaze with the heat of our love- my guide.
I can hear your touch.
I can hear you within me.
I can hear you, still.
I can hear you.
Author ~ Debolina B.
Editor ~ Krisha Raut