If I just caress a little more of your strong hand intertwined in mine
I would probably walk miles without a panting.
A little more of you viewing me like you did which seemed to the world as though you were devouring the ethereal,
And I would not espy the scratching and scathing edges poking out of the tricky path as we continue to tread.
If I just sense a little more of the comfort that your broad shoulders assure of,
I would allow life to prolong its excruciating task of making my head dizzy with all the bafflements of fate it strikes me with.
Just dab a tear gently now and I promise not to let any vestige of it appear again.
Let me feel the proximity of your willing ears brushing against my trembling lips, while I exude the whines and moans and mumble all the wrongs meted out to me, I would perhaps press them shut to let them spread into infinite smiles.
If I could experience your hot breath against my skin, inhaling the whiff that you could never get enough of, I would perhaps stop sniffing out for more.
And hear your penetrating, silken voice, talking out the furrows and soothing me out of any quandary like a sweet lullaby,
I would perhaps again be able to create music out of living and not just being!
If only what we have got, was always enough and ‘a little more’ was just a harebrained, greedy, presumptuous demand,
If love would not fade and fading would not seem so painfully unreal.
Senses could be sensed and feelings really felt!
We could love like we did and we would live like never before.
If sympathise would swap positions with empathise,
May be we could breathe life into the hollow ‘happily ever after’
And not be a part of the thronging crowd wherein one wanders with a meaningless token and empty search in vain,
Maybe there would be no midnight for Cinderella to run away!