"Don't you remember?"
I lit a cigarette as you began to cross the street.
Both understanding your smile made me stop.
I was gladly falling for you like frozen raindrops
The air pressure grew restoring life to dying crops.
"How it all began?"
Tripping off the clouds created by my calculating subtleties...
Were vast fields of reason, reaping bountiful realities.
Allowing the aroma of all avaliable oppurtuinties.
To waft casually upon the only remaining possibility.
While we manifest new reason simply by dissolving every function.
Revolution becomes the journey revealed when placing invertible assumptions.
We'll destroy the bridges built by the normal methods of corruption.
While you sweetly whisper in my ear that our paths are at a junction.
"Or what we even wanted?"
Frozen raindrops begin falling, each a kite tethered to a thread.
Conquering the silence a deep kiss is what I said.
Our hands linking as a flush swims over your entire head.
I lit two cigarettes as we finished crossing the street.
"How could I forget?"
{T.S. Rahaman}
19 April, 2011
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