A folded lotus,
some call a folded palm
or a God’s handshake —

with a rose pinned on top.

All these days,
the vase presented
with ease.

The first approach met with
an old cut called past,
only to coagulate in the present —

followed by a latent peek.

Inner wall scratches,
pierced petals or
skin cuts —

getting bandaged by rains
called new cuts.

He couldn’t decide
which affected more.

She couldn’t decide
which healed more.

He re-adjusted her bra.


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