his missing touch
to plain your brow
the way the waves
smoothen the sand
before the shore?
I want my thumbs
to dangle and hang
that slender bangs
fasten onto the twin
hedges of your ears
Dear. . .
pls allow this reverent hand
to pass over your forehead;
it heralds the advent
of your yearning wait
for my rarest kisses.
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