We felt fountains of darkness flow on our bodies.
A state of challenging coldness,
Not the brain, but the mind got hypothermic.
It was a moment when love was the Only Light,
Every other second, love was that first apple.
Immortality at grasp, words became pawns.
Infinity for few seconds, all our remaining years were compensated.
Intuition was all lucy’fied.
To get out.
To live.. we decided.
It was outside the unity of time.
An A minor and an F.
An Alleregretto was overlooked and stayed away from.
It never marched to the unity of place.
This bed could have been the other side, I promised to meet her, last time.
It did not heed to the unity of action
We don’t believe in anything completely, ever.
All lasted, until the second, her hand hovered over my shoulder.
I believed in the ambiguity she was.
Electric impulses started trotting,
It was by the usual route
And what followed was the world’s most beautiful cliche..
stripped us of our doubts.
What I couldn’t tell in light,
I stammered through all night.
We were lying.
We weren’t lying.
The curtains and spreads still hold on to that dark night.
They still howl it to us through the winnowing winds.
– just barath