Little by little
We share the Misty core of that mountain.
We dance, Spellbound.
I make love to you on the tombstone of lost the moments.
When I run my fingers on you the mist watches over us.
Our lives tangled like snakes,
I run my lips over yours as you run your fingers through my hair
The mist wraps us like a symphony
and the silence echoes in our love.
I find cigarette buds and an empty bottle of wine.
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Ayreej Rahiman
September 2013