Impression

First Published in Vita Brevis Literature, July 2018

Your memories leave an impression on my soul
like the careless fingers leave on the warm wax
when held gently
that indelible print
like the scars the alabaster moon has
on a dimly moonlit night
Like the endless trails of a worm wriggling and dancing
crawling
leaving trails on the bubbling mud
after the monsoon rains
Getting drenched or
maybe mourning the loss of the house
Offered to the rains
/who could tell/
Time stands still and I can count your freckles in the moonlight
When the moon rest as a shadow in the serrated leaves
and my loves rests on the tip of your mole.
resting on the edge of your fleeting smile.
your memories leave an impression on me
like the outline of the drenched bodies
drying on the bench
two souls as one.

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