Trembling hands grabbing the air.
Dwindling liquid drops,
fall on paper the ink smears.
With the subtle beats of heart,
she wanted to wipe away the carvings,
of feelings unknown and yearns.
But she forgot;
she could not even touch her heart.
That it was not hers but of his now.
To feel the emollient touch of his hands,
on her surrendered heart.
And the soul stands,
for the unification and blend.
Through the dark alleys,
and bottomless abyss,
they fell through and through,
in their unusual love tale.
Passions flooded their being,
hands intertwined,flesh mingled,
thirst and hunger engulfed.
Proliferated through each pore,
a joyous newness of joining,
of two souls to one whole.