You miss me with borrowed metaphors
sing me songs that trigger chaos
your love is an imaginary junction
fleeting past an express train
Your kisses search in me
forlorn women
whom you've loved and lost
a few lifetimes ago
Every time you hug me
my heart gets in sync with yours
it takes infinite rounds of running
to get my rhythm back
What do you see when you see me?
your eyes are the midnight sun
unbelievably warm and bright
and also frighteningly opaque
In the fragrant hollow of your neck
lies an undulating pool of desires
that threatens to drown me
unless I surrender to my thirst
Your breathing is a lullaby
that rocks me to sleep
my soul gets tangled
in a dream of no goodbyes
Yet, I am not a woman
you have fallen in love with
I am merely a poem
you were born to write.
