It happened in a spacelessness
That crept between us
Making us a memory
Which may or may not be lived again
But did happen, most certainly.
For I remember the sweat
Between inseparable palms
Inseparable, even by awkwardness.
There was more to it than desire
Yet desire is all that remained
And still, desire was subdued
By the fleeting scent of that reverie.
So while the reds and goldens
Shimmered in sunlit grooves
Of your gorgeous tresses- I carelessly slept
Over a pillow of silky, fragrant dreams.
Along unconsciousness, the dream escaped too
Finding a place for itself
Atop forbidden pedestals
That have distanced us earlier.
But in midst of a brief eerie sanctity
From between supple, tracing fingers
To warm breathings on cold skin,
I have lived an age of peace.
-K.G.
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