After a long hot summer,
today a light wind cools my skin,
reminding me of you.
Caressing my soul.
I think of our first embrace,
the taste of your kiss lingers,
and your memory lulls my heart.
The coolness of your touch,
shivers to bitter cold,
hardens to ice within my soul.
I'm alone,
since you walked away.
Many years ago,
my youth satiated your hunger,
and the longing for love in my soul.
Yet, a forever young soul surpasses
love lust's passions.
My first love's memory soothes my aching heart.
But, for your hunger now,
what comforts your ache now, my love?
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Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
Muhammad Nasrullah Khan is a Pakistani-Canadian writer. His short stories are well-recognized internationally , His work has appeared in Adbusters, Evergreen review, Indiana Voice Journal, Newtopia Magazine, and many others.
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