The winds
That touch
Your face
Has my breath
In it.

If only
The motion was slow
It would know
How silence
Dreamed
Love to show.

The proximity
So intense
He felt
My butterflies
I felt
His fears
In each other's rear.

Disarmed,
She was.
He made
An illegal attack.
Kissed her bruises
Hugged her wounds
Cuddled her smiles
Loved her dreams.
Yet,
It was an illegal attack.

She is
As pure as sin
On whom
He wishes
To ****** his love
All through
His Life.

That demon
Is a beautiful distraction.

It hugs the angel
In a way
No one calls the angel
An angel.
And,
She's a demon,
Now.

Know me
When it's late.

Maybe then,
Atleast,
You'd value me.
My presence.
My absence.
My silence.
My words?

I  have a dream.
To listen
To you.
While I rest on your shoulders.
To read out something
I write for you
When you rest on my lap.
Live it?

She just wanted to fly.
The sky was hers.
You know what?
She could have done that.
But she loved her prison.
*His heart.