you planted kisses on my skin,
as if you were a kid painting on a black canvas
now that they've turned into bruises,
only reminding me each day of our embraces

bruises will fade,
so will everything?
Can you continue to paint my skin
in between our dreams where we meet?

Between now and then;
this is all we really have
and, not have.

Between you and me;
tender love, tearing hearts
from afar.

Between your yes and no;
are all those words
I can't say.

if I asked you to stay,
and you stayed.

can we build houses,
somewhere you would like to live
with your favourite colours.

would you like an attic,
or would you prefer a balcony with plants?

Perhaps, we should get a nice sofa,
with house full of your favourite lights and lamps.

It is hard not to think of you, and it gets trying
when the thought of you hits me hard.
I know, missing you is a vice.

Like I've told you, I have some kind of addiction.

it seems like you're my vices,
so tell me, how can I quit you.

I've replayed the many times;
walking down the streets with you
and us, sitting next to a river.

Maybe because water is calming, so are you;
to me.

That night, I watched the river glistened,
under the city lights and it was,
ebbing and flowing.

Like my heart,
under your traffic lights.

you asked me what does
interlocking fingers mean to me;
I closed my eyes and silence filled the room
what I did not say was this -
I felt like my soul was interlocking with yours;
I felt like my heart becoming tender to you;
I felt like consuming you
and the moment just flashed past.

what I did not say was -
can you stay; just linger bit more?

the last time I saw you, was in my dreams.

it was New York, and snow was hitting the border of my heart.

at the corner of my eyes, I looked at you from afar.

I wished it stayed.

the snow, the bedsheet, my heart.