Book and You

We read your favorite book while I gaze into your chiseled face, your deep brown eyes, which clearly show love buried deep inside your heart for me, and your lips, which are moving in a rhythmー your every word finding the right path through my veins, one hand holding the book and the other tangling with my frizzy hair in a caring and affectionate way.

What should I do? See the melodious rhythm of your lips or quickly lift myself for a peck, or wrap my both hands around your waist clutching tightly to stop myself from arousing feelings?

Or playfully play with your curly hair? Or shall I just close my eyes and hug you tightly until I smell like you or just sleep in your lap? 

Or shall I ask you to lay down and hold book with one hand and put my head on other and then push me towards yourself, leaving book between our lips? 

Or shall I just keep my feelings inside a box in the hope that one day you may acknowledge them? Or "tum ankhon se btana mai samjh jauga"? 

Or shall I slowly move my hands toward your face to hold it? Or put my head on your chest to listen to your heartbeats to see whether they are calling out my name? 

Or shall I just let you read the book and allow myself to read you a little more?

一 Bhoomi Singh