Quiet evenings with a buzz of wine
Hold my hand with all of you, that’s mine.
As the guitar yearns to be played,
All my options, yearn to be weighed.
The smell of your skin combines with the rain
That concoction, it sends the senses in utter disdain.
Oh, cold floor, be my sanctuary.
Strike me down with love, with all your blood and fury.
Cutting Through Carricatures by Manav Parekh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.
Based on a work at clockroots.blogspot.com.