a matter of one balmy friday.
first i found the seashell again; i remember the delight i secretly coddled when i realised it had been washed and powdered as per my whims. then we had a conversation after a hiatus from each other's lives. so you dropped the bombshell that you still have something else for me. and a few hours later, of all the unexpected, i saw you. your eyes, they sizzle with so much intensity. but of course you already know that.
coincidentally, i've been thinking about that dance of late. that dreamy interlude has been at odds with flip-flops and 'keke'. im still anal about it.
my little seashell from maldives, maybe you've already danced your way into....
