image: Anatasaia Volkova
I wrote about our first meeting
How I'll be anxious about each others company
To watch the flutter of your eyelashes
To feel your skin of cinnamon
And yes, your douchebag smile
Wrote about how we'll spend nights together
Under flame trees and street silhouettes
Talk until the midnight skies gave way
Drunk from the cups of each others voices
We'd speak to tell love
No kiss can express
Just you and me
How you'll wake up with a drool on your mouth
Laughing, I plant a kiss on your face
My fingers tracing your contours
A sudden twisted sadness
An ambitious tear tempts to fall
Yes, I wrote about the possibility
Envisaged the possibility of
Us, being soulmates
Taking a try and be real ones
And not just
Some lines on papers
And question marks
And when someone asks me about this man
With his eyebrows thick as ink
Lost between rhyming and
Haiku's' turning to sonnets
I mumble and blush
Tear and scratch
On your initials
Written at the first of this poem
And sigh out; "It's just fiction."
syl
