Not In Words

“You never write anything on me,” the lover complained.

“Of course I do,” the poet replied.

“When?” the lover was surprised, “I never read any!”

“Not in words,” the poet smiled pulling her closer, “But what poetry is better than closed eyes and engaged lips?”

© Arindam Dey

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