I open the door and there you are
in the center of what feels like a spaceship
the door’s creaky and it’s quiet outside
and it feels like this place is in motion with it’s constant fanning
and somewhat emptiness
isn’t it strange how it came to be?
It’s sort of a pathetic miracle indeed
finding things that tempt your heart in the least concerning of places
you glance at me
your eyes peel to my direction
wherever I go
… I didn’t know I’d respond similarly
leaning on the central counter by your side
having a quick chat about nothing
finding more meaning in the silences
and the few words that get to the point
like into your pants
not used to this type of attention
probably a thirtieth one for you
but
each one nonetheless more real
like a bountiful of me and a bountiful of you
just hot baked goods in love
on the sidelines
with a slit dress
peripherally
Samasya Tapasya 