Your presence looks like the silver light, the floods through sheer curtains just before the sun rises when it seems like the entire world is quiet and revolving around you. Your presence looks like the round blurry city lights through a wet windshield. You looks like skin. The skin so close that I could be seen through every pore, every freckle, every scar.
I suppose building is under construction and so is my heart, the clouds are the refugees, the messenger, the cupid, shifting from your share of sky to mine.
And I kissed hollow, the nothingness, the cleared space, and there occurs a wetness in-between your brows, tell me, how could you mistake my kiss for a raindrop?!
Just when your name escapes from my lips, it feels like I offered fragrance to the prayers. Leave the heavens and come back to me, today I wanna grant you an emotion, will make you feel how leaving feels.