Wooing

I sit beside
You, I am getting
Nearer to your
Breath
I catch
Some wafts
Of your
Glow
And I whisper
Let us talk
About
Sense

Of touch

Feel me
In the
Beatings
Of my heart

Hear the sound
Of drums

Listen
With your
Lips.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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