Mirage.

stargazing.

Dawn is yet sleeping,

On your eyelids.

And, on the pine cones

That cover the frost nipped

Ancient tree, which occupies

Half of the sky, and our backyard.

I have known you for a while now,

I have charted my love,

Under your lips

With my thumb.

Our breaths mingle as I bury,

My morning mists into your chest.

You pull me closer,

I stop myself from laughing.

You never really liked any distance,

You aren't fond of vacuum.

That is perhaps the reason,

Why you never run out of soul.

I have loved you, for a while now.

You look so content,

Will you behave,

When I tell you the truth?

That, I love our home, I do.

I do, but.

It has been difficult,

To remain

To stay.

I have been dreaming,

Of a warmer sun,

For the past few days.

To sneak out of our comfort zone.

To be rootless, and homeless

Once more.

Will you be hurt,

If I leave you for a while?

If I go to strange towns,

To rediscover myself?

Would you still love,

Who I would become, along with

The origami wrinkles

On my palm?

The glut I would have

For stability once more,

After I am left drained

By non-acquitance?

You won't understand perhaps,

But I can't explain

My irrepressible urge to leave,

To abandon,

And then come back in search for

My roots.

You stifle a yawn,

As you kiss my forehead.

I look up.

How do I tell you?

Should I leave,

Without a goodbye?

Your familiar eyes,

Smile into my lips.

Like you have never seen me,

Waking up nestled into you, before.

I trace my thumb under your lips,

Wishing the dawn had,

Lasted a lifetime.

Everlasting is rare,

I believe.

I can't seem to untangle myself,

I seem to lean forward to kiss you.

How do I let go of this?

Of the wild adventures that we have,

Of the territories that we find,

That we mark.

I remember when you kept,

Staring at my naked skin,

Your eyes plunging,

Into the marks that you had etched.

And, when I had asked you,

What you were doing,

You had replied with a,

"Star gazing."