Monday, November 24, 2008

The Kiss

The rain pours
the roadblock
below us,

The streetlight
from the lampposts
still dims,

The waiting shed
remains unperturbed
by no bystanders.

We talk, our conversations
craving , indulging
with the rain,

His face glowing
dark, almond eyes
sweet half moon of your lips.

Goatee warm like a nest
we embrace tightly
our pores breathing,

Into each other
a thousand and one
butterfly kisses..

On each other's lips
Thus, begin the story
of our life...