Yearning
Parth Raghav,
I am lying cogged in my porch,
sipping on squeezed lemons and tangerine,
dreaming an unrequited dream,
for my soul is tethered to yours for years,
in a dead blaze of yearning.
Now my lips are glazed,
with sour seeds and sweet-water,
but my heart's still burning,
through the flower fields of Californian heat.