Lunch Poem by Hnor Shoom

It was not the like the moon wasnt red enough,
Darker than the shades of your eyelids.
Looking down on the naked.

Hungry and wet,
We waited for our turns.
In and out of my hands like falling ice cream.
My mind ignoring the halo,
My fingers disobeying physics.
Your screams so silent it woke the neighbours dogs up.

Yes! We did sway to all the howling.
Rubbed our words for comfort.
Your face melted into mine.
Till we learnt to speak each others tongue.
We kissed.
But only one of us was kissed.