It Happened Once, Then It Happened Again

She sneaks into the room
And her hair
Curls and falls upon
Her bare breast

The sweaty dew 
And it's million droplets
Rise and fall 
With her each breath

Like snowflakes 
Under the sun
The sleet leaves her
Before I can

She turns on the lamp
And takes a bite
Of a peach
It's pulp drips from her lips
To mine

As if Spring herself
Awoke to dawn
And had breakfast 
With me

Her thoughts, twice visited
By me, each day
Most days more
Hold me together
 
Like a pitcher holds wine
But the pitcher isn't aware
It may very well be
I'm not aware of 
The pitcher's awareness

Thus I'm surrounded
By her
Lest I should crumble
And slip away

 - Ritvij Tiwari. 24/April/2022. At home, Raebareli.

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