Chandra Bahadur Lama
It was a summer evening
In one of my palms,
Was her palm in peace
And my other palm was on her forehead.
The gap
Between her lips and mine
Was filled with
A thin layer of cool air.
With her half-closed eyes
A silent welcome
That was inviting
My shy heart more than my trembling lips.
Suddenly,
I realized my mind stopped wandering
As no thoughts travelled.
I knew I was alive
Though
The breath halted journey into my being.
Later
I was surprised to know
It was the longest
Summer evening of my life.
