My heart was bleeding
My soul was pleading
to unleash the knots of my nerves
to drain off the blood from my skin
to let me veil, to let me disappear.
My eyes were open but the lashes wilted
My lips were moving,
but the words were sealed
My legs carried a heavy monster
with burning hot skin, pale and brim
breathing cold air, surviving in dim.
The spark of his eyes calmed me
The light of his soul healed me.
The touch of his skin fixed me.
The wounds were deep,
yet his silence crept all the way in,
cleared my sores,
with pauses and force.
The raised brows and the curve in his lips,
woke me up and gave me new hopes
to search for the smile I lost years back.
And here as a flower,
I bloom again
to drip nectar of delight
to spread the fragrance of love
to add vibrant to his garden.
