Monday, September 28, 2009


It’s a thing of beauty
an absolute kill-joy,
the way I can miss we;
my fingers in your palm,
forehead at your chin,
intertwined, comfortably nestling,
there’s a li’l something we’re growing.
Early morning stretch routines
to moonlight dance dreams;
at each step, foretold, we meet
absorbing, melting, observing
as one surge, another greets.
Never stopping, everlasting
In a single heart beat,
a lifetime’s worth of living.

1 comment:

  1. something worth reading after a long time !


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