Mercy – Megha’s World

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I’m living at your mercy

waiting for your sweet glance to

get caught by my hungry eyes

I’m trying breathlessly

to get close to you

to get brushed by your skin

or elbowed by you

hiding in the plain sight

almost invisible to you

your silhouette is 

marked on my soul

your perfume arouses the 

deep ecstasy which

I couldn’t define

They call me desperate

attention seeker, a stalker

whereas my whole self

revolves around you

twirled around you

my body dances

A fleeting touch

by your warm heart

lit up my day and

warm up my nights

have some mercy on me

mention me once in your conversation

give me that satisfaction

my soul is longing for

This post is in response to daily prompt  Mercy

and Reservation

Photo by Alex Iby on Unsplash

Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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