woodpeckers

what do a woodpecker, an eskimo, a butterfly, a spiderman, a lizard, a fish, and a mistletoe have in common? only some of the many million ways we had learnt to kiss, our mouths moving in perfect harmony to each other's tunes.
remember how we had perfected the synchronization of such weird eccentric kisses but realized it only several nights later, at 1 in the night, or maybe 2, legs entwined under the blankets, your fingers running through my hair. An eskimo for an eskimo, a butterfly for the butterfly, fish for the fish. we were so perfect it was funny.
"Don't laugh"
"Why not?"
"it's incredibly amazing, most people never get to feel this"
you smiled.
*woodpeckers*

Making love to you was like a local train journey, starting slow, gradually picking speed and suddenly we start leaving everything behind..rickety iron bridges, rivulets, patches of gulmohars, kids playing in the backyard, paddy fields, graffiti walls, dogs chasing, you swerve me in your arms and spin the world around me. Pause. Everything else around is a blur.

it was two in the night and i was inconsolable, heart broken yet again. and then you did the most amazing, the most magical thing.
you made me laugh.
do you still wonder why i love you to the moon and back?