Burning bright


Longing wouldn’t leave her alone
sitting on the rims of her eyes
like yesterday’s kohl
ringing in her ears
in the form of an old- loved melody
permeating her senses
with startling muskiness
tingling the nape of her neck
with a touch so familiar
fizzing on her tongue
pulsating in her veins mercurially
folded between her heartbeats like the first love letter
overwhelming her being
with its stinging salt spray

the moon laughed at her yearning
mocking her lovelorn state
the stars misaligned purposely
the winter rain coldly drenched her
but they could not put out
the flame of longing burning bright within her.

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