In the ensuing blur,
That we are, when we kiss,
I am him and he's me,
I can't decipher who is who...
If he's hunting me down, or merely -
Touching me delicately with his lips?
Whether it's goosebumps or lightning -
Through my body,
And there's no feeling in my knees,
Would I ever walk without holding onto him?
He who takes me by storm,
And makes me feel like warm honey,
As his love trickles along my soul,
Love, that's just another sweet agony.
That chunk of life which I have been living is ever diminishing in its dimensions. And death has already vandalized it beyond restoration. I am scared of facing tomorrow, oh wait - isn't it already today?
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