On hot summer days
And humid nights
The impossibility of love
Reveals itself
On the Curtain
Hanging by the door
In shapes of tattered collages
Of times gone by
And yet to come
Of geographies near
And far
Of shores and seas
Of plains and mountains
Of smells and touches
Of despair and hope
Engulfed by sights
And sounds
A heady feeling
Sinks in
of a concoction
numbing the brain.
Grains of sand
Flutter around
Like birds on a journey
Of migration.
They should never be
Held up,
For they must move
Like love
Impossibility of love
