Chandana

After Chandana
 
Lips  like velvet, breath  like  fire,
We  kissed  as  if  the  world  would  expire.
Our  tongues  danced, a  tender  fight,
gasping  for  air, yet  holding  tight.
Your  scent, a  drug  I  still  crave,
your  warmth, the  ghost  I  couldn’t  see.
I  ache  for  the  comfort  of  your  touch,
your  presence  meant  so  much.
The  nights  we  spent, so  close, so  near,
Yet  now  they  feel  so  insincere,
Did  I  hold  you  tight, or  let  you  slip?
Did  I  taste  your  soul, or  just  your  lips?
Now  apart, I  recount  those  fleeting  kisses,  were  they  enough?
In  my  heart, they’re  never  lost,
but  time, it  never  gave  us  enough.
 
©Arshad