Shakil Haider Poems

Klimt Kiss

when I saw the Klimt kiss
I felt a fire
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Let it go
Let it go…gently
For gentle was love
Let go of that love
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Its on the tip of my tongue
its a whisper that a heart aches for a thousand moons
its a gleam, a shimmer off the heaving sea on the bluest night
its the scent of the flowing strands of silky hair that mesmerize
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Unspoken words can have a chasm
As far and as wide as galaxies
But there is nothing as fathomless
And empty and hollow
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