Again
Again and again.
In the streets that have no name
we walk past the bougainvilleas.
The conversations in our eyes, the same that led us here
to this year, to now.
Our hands in a warm embrace like that very first day
when the silent stars saw me whisper your name.
The silence breathes of that familiar restlessness
that would perhaps lead to a kiss,
just like this.
And under that same ancient sky
together, you and I
fall in love.
Again and again and again.
Lived the poem. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful to the core.
Beautiful! Almost like a picture in motion. What I love about the poem is the subtle cycle of repetition - 'fall in love, again and again and again...' Still, it's love that's new everyday without a hint of monotony. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm enchanted by the romance of your poetry again and again...
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! The poem beautifully blends imagery with emotions to convey the timelessness of love.
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