Monday, May 30, 2011

An evening

I will draw constellation
on your palm someday,
colours i will not reveal,
but leave your senses to fill.
For all the unspoken words,
I'll draw you a star
From the ink of the smile
you showered upon me

1 comment:

  1. This poem is breathing the scent long forgotten. There is a fragrance of someone's soft tender body just come out from an evening shower. The hair still wet , water still dripping from her lusterous hair.
    She has that ink of the smileshowered upon her by someone.