Burning

​My burning skin
Longs the cool
Of your fingers again.

Fever, they say
As I drag the load
Of a body on my soul.

Fever, I smile
Just another tale
Of how I miss you girl.

When a burning soul
Longs the cool
Of your soft touch again.

© Arindam Dey

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