Our troglodyte ancestors watched the night skies as we watch them now,
their caves within us differently.
They watched them
even before they learnt to ignite a fire.
through you, through me.
We look at those same nights
We both
sat by the frozen pond
between the thick fogs of our feelings
We watched the crescent moon glide
quietly on the icy mirror like a fugitive
Didnt we find much more in the smallness of that pond
than on the infinite limbs of the sky.
The moon ever drawn to water,
made the fog between us thinner. Feeling, less strangers ,than when we met.
Couldn't see that someone
who threw basketsfull of stars
the night got sublime.
The night was on your face
The night moved
And your parted lips held
the thin moon light.
We look at those same nights The night moved from your eyes.
From your hair to your hands.
Shadows paraded like desires
searching secretions from warm cracks, secreting warmth in a language only bodies understand.
And language melted from our bodies
The same night on your mouth was the same on my face
Bodies closening in eagerness
silence became unbearable moans
We plunged frenzily into each other before we drifted away.
And we hid each other in each other souls.
Keeping our secrets.
