not in the nights

you, i and your folks and foes 

knew well how the winds rose, 

the rare rains, two of us too close

your lips did read shape of my nose, 

interwoven i stepped on to your toes 

twenty one minutes loaded lip-shows, 

then who knew where're all the clothes

as if our bare bodies talked to propose, 

heavy downpours are the our only goals

we twist all round just to count the moles, 

the taste of your chest using my lip rolls 

we found that route to get lost in zones, 

my high notes, to match your heavy shots

every position we shift had colored codes, 

you see me laugh through your grey shades

i see you blush through my clear cascades. 

- chetna 🌻