A violin is set to play,
You are in this beautiful white dress,
Gloves creeping their way to your arms,
A hat hiding the flow of thoughts,
A veil on the face, enclosing its beauty.
Here I am, playing the songs in my head,
Suffocated from the flesh,
Where do I look,
When the ocean is enveloped by the sky and I rest in space,
Soon the song will stop and we go home.
The place where the secrets don’t settle,
Where bodies are naked and beauty proclaim the universe,
Where we can fall for each other, in the eyes, the deep blues,
No space or sky to resist the flow of my sight.
It is simply soothing, the coffee and your skin,
I never liked the sweet taste of hope,
Just the little sour, I adore.
So here we are, hand in hand, no clothes to bind and blind,
Let just lay, till they know we are drunk on coffee,
Till they go home.
Photograph by Anjali Sharma
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