A moment just before I drift into my dream.

Stolen moments

Fragments of conversations

So little was spoken, yet

A lot has been conveyed and

Understood.

Talk with silence, with laughter, with gentle teasing.

Complaints, compliments and sarcasm.

Longings and cherishing

Imagining and reminiscing

Feel of your hands on my skin

Sweet scent of your breathe.

A warm glow rushes in my vain

Drifting me off to my wonderland

And there you are

Smiling, awaiting my return.

Breathlessness

Sharp piercing pain.
The feel of cold cold blade in the warmth of soft tissues.

Somewhere a voice echoes.
Cut it. Cut it loose.
Run. Run fast.
Keep at least a light-year’s distance.
But sudden surge of weakness engulfs.
Daunting breathlessness.
I see my efforts crumbling down in vain.