Under the yellow light.
While chills of December
Teases our passion..
What would you wanna
Remember from this
Passing time?
The rustle of leaves
Against a passing traffic.
The elasticity of desire
Across our eyes.
The door of my house
That wants to open and
A hot cup of coffee that
Wants to be brewed to
Host you once.
What should we do with
This hesitant longing
That makes us stand
Below my apartment?
If someone should take
A photograph of us now.
You in red chudi and
Me in yellow T and jeans..
Years later if someone
Sees it and wonders,
Where the next frame
Went?
What should I say?
We ended up together
Or just turned into
Familiar strangers?