We wrote away frenziedly,
not even stopping to read our words.
A letter per meal,
only to be eventually burnt
away, with our adolescence.

Savour
and save,
your words.
Because,
they are the fleeting gifts
of your mind.

She winced,
as his lips,
touched the scars,
of her earlier sins.

Take my heart.
Because everything else I have of me,
my words and thoughts,
are in parts and pieces,
broken and battered with time and people,
incomplete in one way or another.
My heart is no ****** either (it is true)
I have been careless,
and cared less,
But not a tiny bit lost.
It is here in place,
all together,
waiting for you.

He looks at me,
his eyes ignited by desire.
He kisses me,
to spread the flames.
And we burn gently inside
this growing inferno,
our bodies refusing
to break away,
wishing profusely
for immortality.

I trace my toes,
from his temple to tongue.
I clasp his chin,
my heel on his clavicle.
He bends his neck,
lets my feet slide on his chest.
I grasp his skin
in my fleeting firm grip.
Toenails piercing the flesh.
He winces,
pulls me by my ankle,
arrests me by my wrist,
and makes his ******.

Last night,
rained on me
all the mad sadness.

leaving me alone
my nakedness wet,
dripping and draining,
leaving me empty.

leaving me enough,
just to mourn myself.