September makes me swoony.


September Evenings

On some days
I reach out to you

Sometimes I reach out
In an urgent way
Sometimes I hesitate
Sometimes I just reach out
Because I just have to

On some days
I choose to behold you
Embrace all of you
And bear you or may be
Just choose to carry you
With me wherever I am going.
Then you are nowhere else
But with me

Like at this moment
When you came with me
And still bear with me
In your soft and tender way
Not looking at me unless you
Are looking at me
But with your easy presence
Settling me down
Sedimenting me
But sublimating me, instead

We retreat to each other
In the evenings
Sometimes reaching out
Sometimes responding
Sometimes being carried away
Like today
I just gathered you and got you
With me
Here
In our stratosphere
Where we rest, move and
Play.

When do we talk then?
Always afterwards.




Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-09-14 at 18:15

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