He held my hand with conviction, thirty hours into knowing I existed,
Pointing out stars shining on wet, wet sand.
One chin tilting forty five degrees upward, Z Axis.
The other, forty five down.
Snug in the depth of his voice, through his chest.
Giggling, tickled by bubbles bursting between our toes.
Ankle-deep in love.
Babushka
April 24, 2008
i knew it! :)i also know that you like bubbles bursting in between your toes, ankle deep in love, if i’m not mistaken. let go and flow with the sand that flows from your toes back into the deep deep sea.let go.
all or nothing
April 25, 2008
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww(and then maybe you laughed.)
Sloganmurugan
April 26, 2008
🙂 For once u didn’t make a bleating sound, I hope.
love and squalor
April 26, 2008
suddenly, I’m aware of all the disadvantages of ending up in gujarat. I want this too, dammit. and a little high school trigonometry goes a long way, I see.
The Not So Talkative Man
April 27, 2008
Woohoo! Ankle-deep, huh?
Irshad
April 28, 2008
Two chins?!!!!
Ubiquitous
May 2, 2008
and..and..and…? :DMuch lovely.:-)