Inflammable

 

Those fleeting glances

those eye contact

never bothered me

there were many

in the crowded room,

in the subway,

in the clubs,

on the dance floor

They could never hold my gaze for

too long

none of them were that strong

They could not hitchhike my emotions

were too hard for them to bear

they can’t see

the infuriating

lava flowing in my soul

they were always alarmed by the

warmth oozing out from me

worried about the blisters

on their timid heart

they ran away as far

as they could

it was too hot

for them to handle

they always admired

from a safe distance

And then one fateful day

I found you

locked in a stare

that lasted for eons
and the time stood still

and the universe danced

intoxicated in its beauty

and the angels

were too tempted

to sin at least once

Baby, when our eyes met

it set our souls on fire.

Photo by Mark Skeet on Unsplash

I blog at Megha’s World

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