Quivering fingers.
Speaking eyes.
Patient lips.
Impatient arms.
Fragrant breath.
Craving soul.
The moment couldn’t ask for anything more.
It soaks in absolute love.
The drops trace my fingers on the french windows.
The warm breath fogs the view.
You see me.
I see myself in you.
You. Me. We.
Alka Sharma
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