Thread

Fog in my head,
Smog filled emotions lying ahead,
Thread my thread of your cloth,
I trace you, recovering emotions, suppressed.

Shook my hand,
Here I stand, can’t really comprehend,
What’s happening to us,
Your lips, my hands,
My lips, your eyes,
Every part of us, pinching, tickling,
Wobbling, throbbing,
And there, lie you.

Stark undressed,
I’m impressed,
My breath compressed,
You making sounds, in crest,
Crest of pain and longing.

We found our bodies,
Tracing threads of our cloths,
We found that heart and it’s beats,
Tracing, our longing for us.

The pain and loneliness, hidden inside,
Wobbled and throbble,
The solitude submerged into my veins,
There in the Labyrinths of sheer destruction of my soul,
I made the loveliest of loves,
With passionate of passions.

There you are, your nimble fingers,
With your eyes, hunting me, shaking my soul apart,
There you are, touching and amusing me,
With your hands and your soul,
Taking my breath away, bit by bit,
Feels we’re going to part.

Thread by thread,
We shred the longings of our heart,
Heat by heat,
We repeat the passion,
Feels we’re going to part.

The needle of love pokes,
Smokes my shins apart,
The needle of love, pains and rips,
Trips and shatters my whole self,
Unto the oblivion,
Where there’s endless lust for us to explore.

© Ashraf Shaikh