Deity of Love

She was the beginning and the end, and everything in between. She was a revolution in herself. The ethereal glow of her body was like the tacit, conspirational promise between lovers. Her body had a language of its own and, as she stepped outside the studio, revealed the dance of the universe that stunned even Surbhi. Her coming and going was not merely incidental- it was the end of the most important verse of an epic, cathartic poem. Her eyelashes and her long hair would demand the entirety of one's attention. It was only natural for Surbhi to be worried. -An excerpt