Ragamalika

Their relationship was a snow capped tree in the blinding winter. Raw and vulnerable; an uncovered wound. They stamped their feet at midnight and pulled their hairs. She blinked hard and rapidly, trying to build that dam but it wasn't ever fast enough for the salty seas were always in spate. He tried to lighten it up in so many ways but each time it would just make her a shade darker. They zoomed out. Dreamlike, they danced around each other like broken words. I will most liken the dynamic to a poem stripped of all rhyme and meter. Perhaps you could say that is essential to discovering the true meaning of poetry.

Fortunately for everyone, the poem shone.So they were able to piece it back together, delicately. Then they put it aside, they laughed it away and kissed in the closet. She started sentences and he completed them. They ate grapes with cheese. His face reflected in her eyes. Her head slid easily into the nook of his neck. His eyelashes fanned her face. A little nose was born. They had created something special together and it is an achievement to be proud of.