Listenja9garnett (49) in poetry • 7 years ago (edited)Listen Image Source At night I used to steal The rose of your mouth, So that no other woman could drink there. The one who now embraces you Is taking away the shivers I drew around your limbs. I am your wayside. The one to touch you Is bound to fall. Can you feel my essence All over, As if it were a distant hem? poetry busy philippines cebu poem