what it means (12 Dec 2007)

26 Feb

there he is, dishevelled
wrapped in a longi
barely awake, but

glowing eyes
  that draw me in
a transparent emerald

  pond to dive in to
we are alone
we are both exhausted

and collapse into a cuddle
  that includes
  the crows, the dogs

  touching finger tips
  the bulldozer, and finally
if I had any doubts of synonyms

for night time in India
the over volumned static flow
  of prayers at four in the morning


dried eyed and sticky skin
we lie touching fingers
and ask what it means to be here

  in this room
if we come up with an answer tonight
we’re allowed to change our minds

  in the morning


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