One Fine Evening

As soon as there’s even a hair-line of

space between us,

only enough for air to rush in,

she’d barge in.

Again, and again.

Right from the beginning of a warm sigh,

in the middle of a blink,

and at the end of some passionate cuddling.

She just somehow always showed up,

like light, surpassing everything.

I crave for moments like this.

heartbeats unsettling

like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Bodies warm like volcanoes,

and mind trapped

like a trance beat in room, soundproof.

Each passing second

we exist in each other evermore.

She, like magic i’d believe in.

I, like a spell she’d long for.