Her Comfort. Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Day and night seems to have merged,
Weak with desire I sank into her arms.

The touch of Senorita’s smooth skin,
felt like ice on my scorched skin.

I was delirious like insane Spanish bull,
whispering strange meaningless words to her.

My face resting in the curve of her neck and,
her strong comforting arms wrapped around me like a blanket.

It was uncanny how easily I melted and,
morphed into her skin and became her.

Our relationship was something between friendship and love,
something which I had not experienced in real life.

The comfort I felt by being with her,
Was like fluid with no spaces in-between.