Secret Home

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

Come to Me

Sqeeze my hands, and
I’ll feel your nails slide through -
through the simple skin
into the essence of being.

© Nishant Tharani 2007
4/9/2007