Whispers Between the lines

Between us,   a kiss hangs in the air  weightless, unfinished,   tormenting me   each time you cross my mind.   My lips remember   a taste they’ve never touched,   your mouth  a flame etched into my thoughts,   a shape I trace in dreams,   soft as a question   left unanswered.   Will you leave, my love,   without tasting what haunts us both?   Will you surrender a war   we never dared to begin just to avoid the burn   of a kiss we were meant to lose ourselves in? Nidal Sati

 I hold onto hope That parallel worlds are not just a theory,   But truth written in the folds of time.   And somewhere out there,   In one of those unseen realms,   I kiss you when I please,   Hold you when my heart aches,   Watch you wear my shirt with the hush of morning    And slide my hands beneath its warmth Where skin meets breath   Not to claim,  But to feel   That in one universe, at least,   You are already mine. Nidal Sati

 The skin must have a memory of its own,   And so must the hands,   And the mouth, and the lips...   For what else stirs before me,   To remember you in such a way? Nidal Sati