In a parallel universe,
our names are written together
on the towering milky clouds.
I trace poems on the veins
at the back of your hand.
I see moons made of love
glinting in your eyes.
I kiss the oceans hidden
in the creases of your lips.
I post a picture of us
with the caption ‘my poem’.
You catch me off-guard
by planting tender kisses
at the nape of my neck.
You graze your fingers
along my spine
and draw lilies on it.
Gloom doesn’t have a home
in our fulsome hearts.
We don’t stitch love
as a secret and tantalize
each other by not placing it
within arm’s reach.
We make love on the meadow,
our bodies enveloped by the
sky’s alluring midnight blue,
not a single hindrance to bother.
In a parallel universe,
I dust the love off
from my heart
and blow it towards you,
instead of carrying it
as a forbidden love-dust,
like I do in my present universe.
~Kavya Janani. U
Written for Globalage Poetry’s prompt: gloom, tantalize, hindrance
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Published on August 21, 2020 19:38