Charming Rogue

Today,

I saw the clouds for a little longer, with my head over the knees.

I remember, how you would run those long slender fingers and oil my hair.

Your lips, barely visible behind the floating clouds of smoke.

I remember, how the lines would spread all over your face, like long deserted railway tracks with each smile.

Do your kisses still have that flavour?

My tarnished heart aches with hope.

What do I do if it?

Come, you charming rogue

And

Squeeze life out of it.

The clouds outside my window are braving the strong winds.

I am in shreds...

Seeking closure...

I crave to kiss your heart.

A heart that didn't know how to pour.