Lastly

Lastly, the light, curry sun falling against the walls, against your eyes has washed out the fire we carry, ignite and tired our thoughts left to smoke We sit, Indian style, toes touching in kind while we blessedly breathe, while we hold and exhale all the words which we wilted and bruised and impressed with aggression befitting of wolves Love, in the room, while the sun floats away to enlighten the world, the other side of the world, while we sleep off our grievances, old and contrived by two vividly thinking creations Lastly, the kiss, to the full moon's delight in full recompense, in full forgiveness to white wash the wind and expose gentleness and leave us in passionate sleep...