Peaches

Bathing.

in the blossom

of our love,

I am suffocated by

its rotting

It happens

that it happens.

When a man and woman

first meet,

they're at their

kindest,

most polite,

most

considerate,

Never again,

from that moment on,

will they be as sweet,

or will their

smiles be

as genuine,

or will their eyes be

as playful,

or will their longing be

as pure

or as powerful,

as on their first

accidental meeting

It is though

a heart that falls 

in love

were

a peach

at the peak of

its ripeness;

plump

and velvet to their touch,

but destined

 and decay.

Would it that 

the heart could love

a lover

with as much

conviction.

and as few

conditions.

as when it loves 

a friend.

by;

YASMIN AHMAD