Everyday

By Mannat Kaushik

i crave him more and more.

every day, i do.

i feel his presence have a hand in mine.

i feel him have his hand in mine.

there's this palaver in me, you know?

it's almost as if i invite the storm over.

i feel his thoughts eclipse mine.

i feel his aura complete mine.

i wipe off my tears.

i dance the night away.

i feel his gaze stop me. i want to dance more.

can i?

"i am so stupid i---"

"shhh. your eyes are talking."

distorting. i barely feel anything now.

i feel his hands on my waist.

everything else fades away.

i want to hold on to him.

i almost fall asunder each day.

yet he pulls me closer.

je ne sais quoi.

he borrows my heart at nightfall.

his hands. to only scrape my wounds. i turn blue.

his hands. to only scrape my wounds. because they don't feel forever.

and his lips. as if they speak for me. but without my words.

they caress.

"you're inveigling."

i don't speak much.

but i can't help but muse. exacerbating.

he is the "who" i excogitate.

"i'll love you anyways."

By Mannat Kaushik