Yours, Cupid

I'll let you paint my body,

with words.

The kind of story,

people cant pen on a holy paper.

Every blotted ink would smudge the emptiness between us.

Spaces- It's like yesterday – a distant,

Far-reaching with arms extended.

But today, today you lie closer to me.

I need no polygraph ‘cause everyone is lying.

You came to me with a whisper of clouds over barren hills

As my eyes voyaged,

“This is the moon”, I said

“And I don’t want to go there”.