"Tingly Fingers"

his hands always managed to find her

traced circles over her palms mindlessly,

leaving superficial imprints on her skin surface

arm slung over shoulders, but it’s not a weight;

it raises her higher than any drink she could complete

he didn’t have a fucking clue of the magnitude

[all he knew was he allured her]

a simple kiss against her collarbone

always results in a quick intake of air,

an ‘oh’ that seemed so unnoticeable to others

but echoed in his ears for hours on end

what a sight to watch indeed.

neither ever realized, but they

moved towards each other,

reached out for each other

one second they’d be sitting across

the lunch table, watching Donald Trump’s speech

the next their fingers were interlocked

and their smiles couldn’t be held back

The Presidential Elections of 2016

may have been awful,

but in that moment,

it didn’t matter

think back to that chubby teacher

whose smudged lipstick always

matched her ironed saree

standing near the blackboard announcing:

“lab coats on the right, beakers and test tubes on the left”

[with a lowly assistant hanging around to assist]

welcome to Chemistry 101.