"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

Saturday, October 27, 2012

To him,to home..


I laid covered in his arms,
listening to the lilting hush-hush of his breathe.
I inhaled in scent of roses and chocolate.
That i could identify anywhere.
As he clinked our glasses,
filled with crimson delight ,
sparkled in the late winter moonshine.
His inebriated eyes shone at par with moonlight.
He hummed a tone softly near my ears.
I closed my eyes and soaked in the moment,
keeping silent cause i knew my words slurred unlike his.
The touch of skin on skin soothed my nerves.
I felt at peace in that embrace.
I knew i was home at last;
I belonged to him ,
and he told me he is mine.


8 comments:

Jidhu Jose said...

simply WOW :)

Snapshot

Green Speck said...

This was so filled with love ... wow !!!

Aprad said...

I Love that feeling too. Losing oneself into another person

+To Me It Matters+

ANJALI.N.KUMAR said...

ohhh.... luvd it :)

Alcina said...

@Jidhu
Thank you..

Alcina said...

@Green speck
Glad you could feel through :) Thanks

Alcina said...

@Aprad
Intoxicating it is :)

Hope you had a happy visit..!!
Keep chiming..

Alcina said...

@Anjali
Thank you so much dear..you have always been so generous with appreciation..