things i’m yet to ask you

My beloved, I offer my thankful gratitude to you for your benevolence and generosity. Eventually, I decided to resort to love and yet the question, rather rhetorical, hangs over its nature, origin and even…orientation? Whether this love is contingent on the presence or the absence of sex? These questions have been howling through the crevices

beloved inamorata

Sometimes, I passed the time of the day with you, But you, silently, slipped inside your home; Somehow my impatient heart, still, got it through, A sweet longing made my thirsty eyes roam; This unrequited love with a token of gratitude, Day and night, sneaking in my soul’s loam; The post is written in response