Footsteps
And laughter.
In a drunken slur
A fade out
A fade in.
Scrupulous blinking,
Heavy breathing
A brush or two.
Parted lips,
Him leading,
Just by a step;
The colored sky
A magical spell.
A yellow blur
They stepped into;
Their twisted smiles.
Coming together
The two bodies
Rhythm, divine.
Senseless and invisible
These happy lives.
Love, actually!
3 comments:
Nay,Idea of Love though.
Explain.
Well the worst thing is that u left me in dilemma n walked out of my orkut profile when I was just expecting u to b a good friend recently found!
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