This silent question I asked
for answer endless explored
where’s love grains husked
beyond eyes quietly kept stored!
Is it on the bed we sleep
whose sheet bears marks of lust
or something that’s more deep
hidden neath her layer of crust!
What’s the place love she stores
ceaseless flowing from the start
veiled in her all daily chores
I erred to be the place called heart!
In the house it’s a small nook
here her love makes me dumb
standing mesmerized as she cooks
I wait from her hand love’s crumbs!
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
This silent question I asked
for answer endless explored
where’s love grains husked
beyond eyes quietly kept stored!
Is it on the bed we sleep
whose sheet bears marks of lust
or something that’s more deep
hidden neath her layer of crust!
What’s the place love she stores
ceaseless flowing from the start
veiled in her all daily chores
I erred to be the place called heart!
In the house it’s a small nook
here her love makes me dumb
standing mesmerized as she cooks
I wait from her hand love’s crumbs!
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