Late night,

Bike rides.

My hair veiled my face.

I held you close, so close

I could smell you

Vanilla, my heart glows.

I keep you in my memory with your fragrance.

Your green shirt,

Unbuttoned/

I could feel my chest touch your shoulder surface,

I held you closer.

You closed your fiber shuttle as the dust hit your eyes

And I, rested my chin on your shoulder,

To hear the echoes of your breathing that reverberated in my heart/

The joy of living, companionship and of closeness.

I held you, closer.

The wind was rough now, as we forwarded to the bridge/

Our shadow on the barricade,

Followed us throughout the stretch of road.

Every time you turned your head to talk,

I stared at your parted lips and dark lashes.

I had you, in the moment and after, I had you.

-/Tulika.