In the moments,
Of unspoken,
I say unsaid things to You,
As if, reading a page from my diary,
That I assemble in my heart,
About You, me, You & me,
In the moments of Untouched,
I hold You in close embrace,
Your fragrance encasing me in a spell,
Your hairs mumbling-jumbling around my neck,
As I try to bite Your ears and kiss Your lips,
As gently as I can,
In the moments of Unworthiness,
I feel the power of Your love,
Restoring sanity and order,
In the life full of contradictions,
And I gather fallen bits and pieces,
Unspoken, Untouched, Unworthy,
Moving on..
