First Meeting


We sit across from each other;

Two strangers meeting for the first time,

I glance up hesitantly- meeting your amused gaze,

Just as quickly I look away hiding behind my hair.

I watch you covertly;

I stare at your big brown hands gently clasping your mug,

I admire your fingers; long and deft,

Your neat fingernails; the splotches of ink speckling your skin,

I want your hands on me.

In my mind I trace your tall burnished frame and marvel,

At your deep husky voice and the warmth of your hand as you held mine,

The mug lifts and I look up once again to meet your eyes,

Our eyes hold as you sip slowly,

Iā€™m not going anywhere your eyes say to me,

Stop hiding now please,

Cheeks burning, I look back at you;

Your mouth hidden behind the coffee mug,

I hear a faint clatter as you place it back on the table,

Your mouth curves as we gaze at each other,

Silently, we make our first promises.

Ā© Kavisha Saga and Ek Choti Kavita, 2014

Image: 112203280523.jpg By jasonwebber01


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bhakti
    Jan 31, 2014 @ 07:52:26

    I could imagine it as i read…Awesome šŸ˜‰


    • kavishasaga
      Jan 31, 2014 @ 11:04:21

      Thanks Bhakti! I’m Indian and I wanted to imagine an “arranged” first meeting; but one with possibilities and attraction. I see that you are new to blogging too. I just started last week. I’ve been so busy with work this week however that I haven’t been able to post anything. I’m really keen on improving my writing and maybe publish someday. Hope to get to know you better šŸ™‚


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