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
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
Purple tigress, nothing to crack
shell holds steady -
stare me down.
© Nishant Tharani 2007
Willowed breaths skim the air,
lips brush with passion overloaded,
breaths carry the kiss
straight to our lips.
© Nishant Tharani 2007
Eyes like breathing broken glasses,
tread carefully, curtains closed -
never stop to knock
© Nishant Tharani 2007