We sneak out in the silence of the night,
Our heavy breaths, being the only reminder of our existence,
Our bodies floating freely
With the passion brimming inside them.
We walk on,
Till the air smells of our reunion,
And the leaves rustle,
Singing songs like our bodies do,
Against each other,
Trying to find the right strings,
The right places to curate music out of.
We keep glimmering,
Like the dark night,
Laden with stars,
Like the moonlight
Creeping inside through the crevices in our rooms.
We sneak out,
Existing in a world of our own;
I search for our hidden traces;
On the bedroom floors,
On the undone sheets,
On the lipstick smitten clothes,
And in between the marks on our skin.