…………………………………I can still feel your lips
……………….Like fingertips, just resting on mine.

It’s a little uncanny how when I close my eyes….
…The weight of your lip balm transports me back
……………………………………………to you

And I take a deep breath in
exhale

…………Your hair slides gently through my fingers
…………………………………………………………though
…………………………………I’ve never touched them.

My heart’s in my chest
But my chest is where my stomach is
And my stomach is like a flower garden
Because clichéd butterflies made it their home.

They
………..f
…………..l
……………..y…………………and around
……………………around

…………..Leave without making a sound

..But that’s fine because my heart still beats for
…………………………..you.

…………………………………I picture you in my sleep
……………………………………………..Images to keep

.I could stare at you and make no sound
………….I could talk but have no meaning

Because what is the point when my eyes feast on
the vision of you,
………….vision of your smile

………………………….You could sway and pirouette
………………Through my mind on pointed stilettos
……………………….But mark no scratch on my skin

…………………………………..or even if you do
…………………………………..that’s alright.

…………………………………..because I want you to.

 

 

 

Soham Bagchi is a high school student living in Gurgaon, India. He writes poetry and prose (enjoys structured verse), listens to music, and has many other interests, all tied together by his determination and passion. You can find more of his work at sohambagchi.wordpress.com.