Under The Neem

​Under the neem

Behind the ranch

A little bit rustic

Late night meeting venue

Glistening moonlight shone

Occasional hoots of hidden owls

Close… Closer we moved

Our noses touching

Feeling our own breath

Closer…more closer we moved

Lips touching and trembling

Nervous itching

Heartbeat for heartbeat

My lips into yours.

Sweet and tender kisses

Hands pressing hard on your cheeks

Breathing heavily

Culminating to the summit

A screech of protest from a owl

But it weighs hard on our shoulder

It’s unstoppable
Under the neem

We set things into fire

Just a little dalliance

Burning our hell

And taking ourselves to heaven
Under the neem

We found our peace

Our souls united into one

Until the sun goes cold


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