Our hands brush
obliviously
as we walk
side by side
I caught your dimly lit eyes
and concluded:
there's nothing more soothing
than this...
a few seconds later,
I fell face forward
you did not notice
you were busy
falling too;
plummeting—
to an unfamiliar
cliff I wish
was me
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
