Good stories never end.
They just begin a new chapter.
Fragments were our destiny. Our fate
doomed the first time I saw you smile.
Your eyes were filled with the moist heat
of the mid summer mango grove's shady
effervescent infrangible delight. Your movements
took shape in the delicate prowess of a mountain leopard.
Your form undulating to the beats that broke down
the unyielding barrier of disaffection. And your gentle grace
that stoked the hopes of an arid wanderer.
But it wasn't to last forever.
We only receive fragments as our due.

When I finally held you in my arms,
your pliant silhouette unresisting my fervid advances,
we soared to the high heavens of unhindered pleasure.
Under the influence of the myriad drugs that I
had mixed in your drinks all evening, you kept
repeating your mantra in stilted breath.
"This is not happening to me." Yet it did.
We had our sweet moments together.
The moments I immortalized in the waiting eye of the lens.
Thus our fragment shall forever be mine.
My own love child, a secret to cherish and protect.
Yet it pains me to see you walk away,
amnesic of my passionate embrace. To see
fear crowding those eyes that once held
bequest of a rest, it cuts me deep.
Shattering me in the many fragments that were once you and I.

18/08/2016
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