Ashayam.
A word in the tongue of my home. A term for 'beloved'. A word that conjures from my mind when I gaze at her.
Gently protected by waves of pristine bedding, her face soft in the embrace of somnolence. A figure of petite structure, framed by a pearl-toned ocean.
Filled, I am, with a yearning to protect her, embrace for an eternity and relinquish not. A longing to utter ancient phrases of my home dialect. To conjoin all at once in body and mind and spirit.
For the present time, I will make ease with this, the time of now. This moment.
And still that word echoes within.
Ashayam.
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