I no more read your letters
I know
They contain
A volcanic eruption
Of the same flow of thoughts
Guised in newer, fresher manner
I no more read your letters
For unopened
They still deliver
A fast heartbeat
But I do go through them
In my dreams
Relishing each word
Each feel
At snail speed
Just like the slow movements
Of your pleasant fingers
Over my yearning veins
Published in Indian Journal: WEC Volume 12 l Number 1 l March 2022
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