by Vinita Agrawal
Raw Silk
When at last we meet
do not say hello
That greeting for strangers...
We've shared too many moons on the palettes of our nights
When we meet
Leave the race behind. Face me
Become scent
Stretch my lungs
Become jaggery
Color my tongue
When we meet
Come undone like a silken knot in the wind
Me the shuddering threads
You the hunger for silk
When we meet
Make sure I die of love
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From:
Mascara Review, April 2015
Copyright ©:
Vinita Agrawal
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Last updated April 30, 2015