We fall silent
thin layers of air between us
alter the intensity.

the shape and colour
of the evening clouds
immersive,
I can’t fathom,

use the metaphor,
I count stars in random digits.

my hands are empty
put my heads on your hand
stay alive-

the yellow scarf,
the tilt of your head,
in your hair, the brown pin

frozen up in my retina.

imagine a world elsewhere
full of perplexity
less often
I don’t know myself.

I can only read love in your eyes
Light up like earthen lamps

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