when you go

When you leave I become

the sea gull begging salt from

from the briny air.

My veins are a winding tunnel

Of deep purple sea.

I channel you in the night owl’s

perpetual call  that  awakens the

Subconscious to the feel of

your phantom hand at the angle of my
hips.

At dawn your shirt hangs from a

Closet door in the buttery sunlight

and I become so small I could slip

inside the lining of your chest

sheltered by your warm skin where I

long to be.

 

 

art by Anuraag

 

 

Indulging Conjecture

Pink sand pulls away
from the glistening shore,
melting fondant in the
sticky heat.
Minute  ecosystems inhabit
tiny  grottoes in  tide pools
of wet sand.
Some days I stroll the coast alone,
escaping in realms of lovers
where there is no logic but
an aching crush I hold to my breast,
a passage between a heart and the
mountains where I left you.
Allow me to come undone beneath
the  weight of tender hands on eggshell,
the gentle quake of my sigh upon your
unshaven cheek.
Let me   drown in the deep river of
your eyes where there
is no threat of war, hard silence,
or the burden of forgiveness.