Wrinkled skin of my aging soul
Merely I could feel the touch
Of her falling fingers
Soaring from her tender heart
Desperate to caress my spirit untouched
Life has been an illusionary abode
For the solitary ghost of love like me
Death calls herself a mansion of reality
Speaks my name with her lustful eyes
Wants to kiss my rancid lips
Pines for my flesh and blood
Yearns for my love unremitting
O’ God!
I turned her down tonight
I denied her love unrivaled
For the love of this deceptive world
For the lust of the skins to be crinkled
And to live in the arms of endless desire
One more Valentine’s Day
Feb 13,2009
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-more-valentine-s-day/
