See these years,
they have passed,
long and hard,
but
fleeting
still.
love
I liked the way you’d pull my hand under your skirt under restaurant tables,
The way you smelled when you were turned on.
I liked the cheap hotel rooms…
I heard the thunder,
I saw the lightning,
When my eyes locked with yours
I swear the universe exploded for a second…
You bloom so elegantly yet patiently
Like bonsai beginning to find its roots
But you are still so delicate, filled with fragility
And when you decay the world loses a piece of itself too…
It all began with black. The darkest black…
Abu Dhabi Writers' Cafe 