Between Breaths, silence,
That poetry of our love,
Was interspersed by old
Crackly hindi songs on the radio
Between Semantics, words,
Those un-deciphered heiorographics,
traced by you on palms of
My hands, still smelling of your henna
Between Darkness, The Sun,
That guardian of our meetings,
Stood turquoise on the still lake
Hoping for a smile that would let it fade
Between Divine, You,
The Goddess of light,
On the cusp of revealing
Yourself to unworthy me
That poetry of our love,
Was interspersed by old
Crackly hindi songs on the radio
Between Semantics, words,
Those un-deciphered heiorographics,
traced by you on palms of
My hands, still smelling of your henna
Between Darkness, The Sun,
That guardian of our meetings,
Stood turquoise on the still lake
Hoping for a smile that would let it fade
Between Divine, You,
The Goddess of light,
On the cusp of revealing
Yourself to unworthy me
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