Pine Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

Pine



I felt your lips
On mine.
My hands
Cupped your face
For that drink divine.

I sipped you…
Unto eternity.

Yet to quench
That aeon of
Thirst -
From those
Lips of thine,
My heart would
Forever pine.

Thursday, June 4, 2009
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