by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
I remember you
with the seasons.
with the caterpillar fruit of the mulberry,
and the towering inflorescence
of the
orange-pink mango flowers.
You say things
that loneliness pyramids
marble crystals in the mind.
You
fall like rain water
breaking
into pieces of your smile.
I remember you
with just one firefly alongside my bed.
It means so many of your kisses
I just cannot catch.
From:
The Zong
Copyright ©:
Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Last updated June 18, 2012