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Moment

This moment of love,
deafeningly silent between our lips
The rift of our beds,
merging with the bridge of your body.

You, in excruciating pain
as I apologize
midway between a logical exchange
You, in cut throat emotions
shedding down rivers
and then snuggling closer onto my lap
touching the moment
with quivering lips and gawky fingers
A moment of melancholy
Your heavy breath on my skin
speaking volumes as you keep numb
Jitters me off thoughts, the howling of curfew signals
Shutters closing outside
and then the closing of your eyelids
A moment of overwhelm

Another tear, you couldn’t hold in
as coffee cups lay aside in dismay
I blinked and it passed.
A moment of pity.

A moment of relief
A moment of you
You forgive me. It took you only a moment?
Only a moment of love.
FRIENDSHIP by artist Nidhi Bhatia – Realism, Painting | Mojarto | 274300







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