Episode 23: Poetry Reading ASMR

Who am I even without yearning? An unfinished painting, bound to the unbound of your forbidden colors of your Eyes. A thirsty poet, waking in the middle of the night along the sides of your tormented ribs, Forever touched by the untouched~knuckles, your quivering fingers, leaving me trembling long after. A Love Letter shrouded in the skin of your collarbone, pressed into the plea of your orison, a breath caught at your scalp, my death lingering softly beneath the hem of Your White Shirt. where, all at once, I am Lost and found.Written by https://www.threads.com/@a.a.phantomThanks for reading AnureetWrites! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com