Cowards

By Keerthana BS

I will let myself write this,

About that one night,

We danced.

It's a forbidden fruit,

My mind blushes at its thought,

Hence kept away in a ribbon.

I want to open it today,

Add words to the memory,

So it doesn't sway and fade.

After the midnight had struck,

We sprung to dancing,

Starting with me inviting.

The night had cleared with stars above,

Us closer with poems and music below,

Shyness anchoring me to us.

Finally on feet, smiles throwing around,

I taught him to hold me in hand and waist,

Our breaths touching each other.

Resting my head on his shoulder,

Inching my feet on his,

He backed away in awe.

He threw himself under the sheets,

Saying he needs to control

His heart and head alike.

I sat away as if I knew this were to happen,

Feeling special and surprised.

And waited for a while.

Again, he came back, ignited and bright,

Held out his hand eagerly.

It was better now, warmer in embrace.

Does it take just one embrace,

To leave you shuddering and gasping.

He accepted and clawed me tight.

Some melody changed to some other,

For that dint have space between us.

It was glass half full and empty, together.

The world did seem different,

Or did it exist at that point?

I don't remember much, eyes closed bumped up by a smile.

I push him away now,

For I dint wanna loose myself in time.

Maybe once again some other time!?

Maybe.

By Keerthana BS