Am I allowed to miss you

Am I allowed to hope

Am I allowed to want more

From your eyes

Your mouth

Your hands

and your shadow surpassing mine

And to make plans

For your smile on my face

For your fingers crossing into mine

Your body so close to my chest

Sharing a metaphor

Where Two becomes One.

Between sense and sensibility,

Tell me

Am I allowed to say

Maybe I can love you

And you can love me too

From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.