A Song of synchronized breaths.
A Song of synchronized breaths.

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I still don't know,
if the sun helped me,
to see her honey-colored eyes,
from those transparent specs,
or betrayed me,
by helping her out,
to kick me out,
from our shawl,
from our synchronized breath,
to a place,
where I could only see her,
watch her leave with my letter,
in her cold hands,
when she said,
"I wish I could hug you, but people know me around"

And that time,
I realized,
when this morning,
she hugged me hard,
it wasn't the first time,
but the last...

A Song of synchronized breaths.

4 am,

And winters of January,

when I rode to a place near her house,

to pick her up,

my lips froze,

from the air that passed through my helmet,

and I could feel the coldness of my eyelashes.

She came,

we both in shorts,

hers shorter than mine,

and I could see goose pimples on her shaved legs,

and her wet lips,

that she licked a second ago.

She came close to me,

hugged me hard

as if it was the first time or maybe the last.

We rode,

on an empty road,

when the cold breeze helped me,

she shifted a bit close,

and a bit more,

I could feel her chest on my back

her breath,

our breath,

synchronized,

or we followed the rhythm,

we both inhaled,

then exhaled,

and I couldn't break it.

It was like a song,

a song,

that was warm,

so much warm,

that,

it was the only thing that kept us going.

We reached our destination,

the sun wasn't up yet,

and she was wrapped in my shawl,

her red cheeks peeked from the edge of my shawl,

just the way,

my goosebumps jumped out.

She allowed me,

in her arms,

inside our shawl,

to breathe,

to be warm,

to hide my blushing cheeks,

and her awkwardness.

We stood there,

wrapped in the shawl,

when the sun peeked,

on our faces.

I still don't know,

if the sun helped me,

to see her honey-colored eyes,

from those transparent specs,

or betrayed me,

by helping her out,

to kick me out,

from our shawl,

from our synchronized breath,

to a place,

where I could only see her,

watch her leave with my letter,

in her cold hands,

when she said,

"I wish I could hug you, but people know me around"

And that time,

I realized,

when this morning,

she hugged me hard,

it wasn't the first time,

but the last...

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