The door opened
and my eyes
could hardly capture your face
because my body
was wrapped
in the blanket
of your skin.
The warmest welcome
I ever got
had you
as the key player.
What authority have the people then
to declare
that you were cold
during my next visit?
I know you were not.
Sleeping though,
could yet sense
my presence.
I know you were there.
Immovable though,
could yet read
my thoughts.
Even while concealing
your presence
from the world,
you come to see me
when the world
lies asleep.
Can't forget that night
when we held each other
and cried
for hours
without letting a word
travel in the air.
I know you will come
someday again
when the world will
re-vision your charm.