When I Touch You
When I touch you...
There’s starlight in your eyes
I hear the music in your sighs
When I touch you...
There’s a tingle in the air
My fingers brushing through your hair
Moments pause and time stands still
Moving close is such a thrill
Let me drink you till my fill
You’re my drug my magic pill
When I touch you...
You curl up closer in my space
I kiss those worries off your face
When I touch you...
Tracing map lines on your skin
I like the way you glow within
You can read me like your books
Resting cheeks on shoulder crooks
Seeking treasures in all your nooks
Dreamy eyes and knowing looks
When I touch you...
Whispers keep those lips apart
I feel the thudding of your heart
When I touch you...
Mingling legs and twisted sheets
Love the way your body greets
Moonlit waves lap at the shore
I feel an earthquake in our core
Shaking knocking heaven’s door
Something tells me there is more
When I touch you...
There’s starlight in your eyes
I hear the music in your sighs
When I touch you....
When I touch you...
©Mohan Kumar 2013
When I was younger a guy told me a joke.. here it is; this guy in
world war 2 got the other guy to the wall and the guy at the wall
distracted him saying EARTHQUAKE! the second guy did the same
saying TORNADO! then the third guy.. FIRE! So he fired c: oh come
on.. he needs to get a sense of humor
Inside me is the emotions of a thousand earthquakes. The
tremors begin as the tectonic plates realign as thoughts whenever
I’m influenced into distress. My hands are never going to be
content as this disorder shakes more than just my physical being. I
clutch at passers-by but always end up empty handed. I will not
encounter stability in this lifetime.
It was only a minor earthquake,
but the Etch-A-Sketch gallery is ruined.
today is the two-year anniversary of the second massive earthquake to hit my city.
6.3 magnitude and 185 casualties.
rest easy, you guys. rest easy.
