The conversation
was dotted with intermittent
casual touching
Tracing some part of my knee
you draw circles on my jeans
I place my feet so that they touch the insides of your thighs
Hands touching
on top of the couch
a sudden fleeting kiss
I wipe my gloss
from your lips
slowly tracing
you with my thumb…
speaking of your dreams
my heartbeat’s drowning your words
I can hardly wait
for your loving to begin

you keep your distance
as I turn to leave
a distance I can close with a kiss
but I won’t
there is sadness in your eyes
and someone else on your mind
isn’t there?
otherwise why do you
Love the way you do……

Sashikala Premawardhane

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