Which neither keep still nor run away
Deepened greys of that shadowed afternoon
revealed what's to happen with the
melted day's shape, sounds and textures
Time-lapsed moments playout in slow motion
My voice and your story, or was it the other way
The afternoon sun flirted with our penchant for pain
Fitful tears paid homage to sheer joy of togetherness
Rolling back an upside down hill of all forty years
Tracing sharpened wounds and hardened scars
With warm mouths and hungry glances
A man and a woman, behind all masks
Two non- swimmers, foolish, mad
Explored an ocean of loneliness
Seated on a fast boat under the stars
Far away, where senses transcend reason
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