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...