The Dwindling Sunday Morning Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

The slow sun
awoke in the east
while the drowsy city
slowly woke from sleep

The gentle morning breeze
caressed our naked skin
while you kissed me slowly
As our bodies moved in love
in a synchronized stream

your tongue tasted like mozzarella
dipped in honey
must be the pizza
last night

we had breakfast on bed
we had bread and jam

As the Sunday morning was dwindling by
She asked me
is love not heaven
Tell me why?

i kissed her softly
In reply

In the dwindling Sunday morning
we had nothing
until love gave us
a life of everything