She looks at me
With lots of
Questions.
I look back with
Ton of puzzles.
Like fire and ice.
Red against blue.
Each gaze,
Reinforces a
Raging embargo.
Till it becomes,
Overwhelmingly
Entangled.
Compulsively
Driven by desire.
The rage of eyes
Is doused by
The aid of lips,
We kiss.
We kiss and
All the questions
Are answered.
Mysteries are
Untangled.
There we stood
Tall. Fully high..
With happy sighs.
Like mountains
That just conquered
The heights.
Until, she looked
Back again.
By then,
The world had
Turned smaller.
We had jumped
Off to space to
Peg a tent.
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