Or the peck of your tender lips on my neck.
It was as I recall vividly,
the kiss of your soul planted on mine
Which pierced me.
It was your sad eyes,
when they met mine
It pierced me and asked me
If there was ever a slight hope for us
We were half agony and half hope
But how could I kiss you back
And tell you that
When I love you, I hate you.
I was bound by human love.
Daily I woke up with the manacles around me
And daily I retreated with it into my dreams
How could I let you breathe under my grey sky
when you saw me in a spectrum
Of divine love.
In my mind it was a thousand times yes
But all I could do was stare.