Poem: Sinners


When love is sin, and we sinners.

They stare, They point.

I hear them poking fun

at us, the way your fingers

slip into mine, tender.

They balk, They glower.

Murmuring furiously they see you

lean in and rest your head

on my shoulder; I smile.

They glare, roll their narrow eyes.

Your eyes find mine, and

the depths envelope my being

and my heart glows and grows.

They flush, They spit.

Eyes locked, I lean in

to kiss your sweet lips

and the bliss is ethereal.

But love is sin, and we sinners

Arjun Unnikrishnan
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