K Balachandran · Dec 24, 2011
becoming one

like pieces of fluffy clouds
we both fly without wings,
fuelled by the fire
of our conjoined loins,
then in a  flash,
become one with
the miracle moment,
that comes magically close
to the reach, without effort,
glowing with a joy
that words can't contain.
O

 
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