poem !
muffled whispers under subdued tones are the nights i remember
fingers entwined and sweaty palms and locking eyes
restless nights of toil from thought, weights of words echoing on pointy shoulders
doubts teeter-tottering and then falling and then dribbling
tracing light lines and weak smiles and dropped gazes until i,
until you,
recall the mornings that i cupped in tiny palms and pointed fingers,
pale rubbings of soft chuckle and clandestine winks with you
you in the picture, pouring leaves and relief and a shower of lukewarm emotions
dribbling down my shoulders and letting my eyes close shut.