April Morning | Simran Ahira

April morning

Out of sun’s reach

I run my hands over your body

Like searching for the end of the sellotape

Searching for your edge

So I can unwrap you

Sometimes I feel our bodies get in the way

We can only get as close as they allow

I wish I could climb out of mine

And into yours

So you could hear the poetry I write in my head

When I’m next to you