My heart is blossoming again
Like a tree in spring
After its flowers-fruits
Have dried up in the autumn.
My body is ready to be clothe
In colour again
After being wrapped in black
In those hours of mourning.
My eyes are starting to shine again
Like the rising sun
After being in the depths of darkness.
There is a tug against my cheeks
that transform my lips into a crescent
after being in the habit of lying horizontally all these years.
Seeing your face has set my heart aflutter.
There is a thirst on my lips
A thirst that cannot be quenched by fluids.
My skin feels again
A sensational feeling
but,
you have yet to touch me.
© NasibaLizzie