Saturday, June 17, 2017

Today, everything in the world feels like
a reproof
Two mynahs sit motionless on a wall
Two pigeons hop on the grass
Two squirrels chase each other across a roof
A pair of moths wander into my kitchen.

I dreamt of you last night.

There's a universe in which
we are allowed a different ending,
where our hands meet for a brief, sweet minute
palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss
where I watch you watching me
where my tongue comes unstuck
to say,
give me my sin again.

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