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Conversations in a dark room

Please pull a chair and face me.
In this empty room of shadowy , dusty
light, there are but four souls.

you. me. and these two chairs,
which belonged to a living , throbbing body once.

Yes, now that you are seated facing my faint outline
Tell me what do you see?

Do you hear  my breath.. slow..anticipating?
Do you notice the curve of my waist?
My short hair glistening in the faint light?

Or do you feel my soul?
do you understand the look of my eyes in the darkness??

I hope you hear my breath, see the outline and catch the shine of the hair.
And not my soul or my eyes.
It took a long time to manoeuvre the emptiness in them.

OH .. am I deviating???
Lets get back to it.Where were we?

You seated in the chair facing me,
I seated in the chair facing you.
The idea is that we will disrobe.
Our thoughts and our selves.

I start.
I liked you from day first.I never told you that.
I threw my scarf to ground.
You say .
I lusted you from day one. Friendship was never there.
You throw your socks.
I hated you when you laughed at me. The belt removed.
I hated you when you denied. The tie gone.
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>
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Hours passed. We lay bare our thoughts.
We contemplated our complicacies.
We knew we could not love.
Yet we knew, we should speak the truth.

Till the time we were no longer seated.
Two disrobed souls
facing each other in nakedness.

What at this point of time was our feelings towards each other?
Was it primeval love that two human bodies have eternally?
Or is it the hate that comes from not being
upfront about our loves?

We could have known.
Had I seen your eyes.
Had you seen my eyes.

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