Skin on skin
yet not close enough
Breathing you in
until you vanish
like mist
on forgotten valleys
where birds preach about
what-ifs and used-to-be’s,
where the crescent moon
reminds me of
how your hands loved me
before the dawn,
where a ghost choir
overplayed love songs,
where loneliness
embraces me


© Noora (07/2015)

in the afterglow,
lying here
in our memories

reminiscing how it felt to be
an inspiration for your creative fingertips;
how I melted like soft clay
in the hands of a dedicated sculptor
as you made me
your secret masterpiece,
and yours alone I still am
in the afterglow of our love

how it felt to unfold you
with my love, one layer at a time
or how my hopeful lips stole your breath
and made it ours
in the kiss of truths and expectations

and still tonight
I breathe our love
when I escape to the place
where yesterday’s spark still flames
where unwritten poems
sensuously moan,
where you stay
with me
in the afterglow

© Noora