One Too Many Each night I lay awake, Pulse rattling In this moment I can feel Your kiss fasten to my lips. An acquired taste. I feel a gentle tug of war When you pull me close. The sweet ambrosia sinks in. Hidden trysts. This weightlessness of desire Consumes me. The room feels cold. I reach out for my shawl To put my flames to sleep. Jurveen Kaur
Jurveen Kaur, from Singapore, loves the company of books more than anything else. An enthusiast for learning, she spends her days teaching elementary students English Language and inculcating the habit of reading to all her pupils. During her free time, she indulges in poetry writing workshops, watches films and bonds over coffee and food with her family and loved ones. Jurveen believes one should lead a life full of zest!
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