Your eyes are camouflaged
And your smiles don’t reveal
What your hands give away,
When they quietly steal,
Now and then, through your hair.
I see them move along the curves
Of a tempestuous seashore,
And feel the turbulent waves
Roar with an urgent need to explore
The boundaries between body and soul.
They feel the bitter sweet saltiness,
The tips of your fingers burn
Through your desires and scream.
All you do is simply turn
Away from a forbidden dream.
© Jaspreet Mann. Flashback (2011). All Rights Reserved.