Your heart my home,
(swollen kisses and
snatched whispers)
with blackened rooms
and heaving curtains,
and no-one to watch;
safety in solitude.
© Nishant Tharani 2007
12/9/2007
Absorbed
Absorbed
Your heart my home,
(swollen kisses and
snatched whispers)
with blackened rooms
and heaving curtains,
and no-one to watch;
safety in solitude.
© Nishant Tharani 2007
12/9/2007
September 16, 2007 at 8:33 pm
I always think romantic poems are the hardest to do but this one is crafted very well. It evokes sensuality and secrets.
September 17, 2007 at 3:53 pm
That is the feeling I was trying to bring across with this poem. glad you liked it