Exposed

By Vani Bansal

Wrapped in the white sheets of the silent room

at the end of the street,

heart beats moved like ocean waves

rappling the quiet ground being still

I stay silent paused on the bed

sun reflecting-projecting yesterdays tales,

the ruffles of hair, sweetness of brown skin

eyes like pearls belonging to shells not tracing my skin,

vulnerable-naked-exposed heart-exposed skin

open hands-open hairs-bare shoulders-crumpled sheets

closed yet open- untouched yet touched

dispersing-dissolving-atoms in the universe

By Vani Bansal