The day marked by boundaries-
Edges of things and time.
Divided into discrete ideas
That keep their distance
and wait for goodbyes
after making love without contact
Till the night comes
Like a black chiffon sari
falling on top of another
Continuity like your body imagined
and the fragrance of invisible flowers
So close so close
you are ..the hidden stream the speech of birds
leading my trembling heart to a dream of dawn
The sun comes up
And you are gone.
Edges of things and time.
Divided into discrete ideas
That keep their distance
and wait for goodbyes
after making love without contact
Till the night comes
Like a black chiffon sari
falling on top of another
Continuity like your body imagined
and the fragrance of invisible flowers
So close so close
you are ..the hidden stream the speech of birds
leading my trembling heart to a dream of dawn
The sun comes up
And you are gone.
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