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At night you remembered something
In the morning you hummed the sweetest ghazals
“It’s the sun playing hide-and-seek again” you told the fog on the horizon
And your eyes revealed a face
And you touched mine…
toes obliging
Our tongues expectorated secrets
The ones we had forgotten to say to ourselves
We became one in that confession room
And it is blessed again…
And your red perfume still lingers
Haunting the niches of my pillow
Prickle me my love
and navigate through these hopeless mazes
The nostrils can breathe easy now
Your scent rescues us from the cold!
© A.R. Minhas 2016
