I Know
I have never laid eyes on him
And still I know every curve
Every edge of coastline of his body…
I know the way his hands feel
As they move joyfully
Over my breasts…
I know what it feels like
To dive into his hair
At the nape of his neck
And run the tip of my tongue
Along his long long eyelashes…
I know what it feels like
To succumb to the unstoppable urge
To press his earlobes
Between my thumbs and forefingers
Or bury my nose in his armpits
And breathe him in there…
I know the feel of his unshaved chin on mine
When I kiss him…
I know how it feels to press my nipples
Into the rough black hair on his chest
When he pulls me closer…
And I know how to gather my soul
Into the contours of his dreams as he sleeps…
And my body
More transparent and honest than my mind
Presses against the closed door
Of the curve of his back
And my heart beats on it
Pleading for forever…
Copyright © Girija Girija | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment