It’s this oneness that we dapple in

filled with a yellow
that blow the colours of an orange in summer

getting  wet  in a drizzle
without division

and we never brush off its moistness
that cling to our dresses

we let the water
soak in our warmth
and carry their scent
even after washing them off
from our naked skin

even after so many driftings

that feeling of togetherness
fills
the gaps left to suffocate

it will even be our last thought

©Malintha Perera 2015

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