by Poulome Mitra Shaw
I want to meet you over heartbreaks
When your eyes will caress the purple rings under mine,
I want to meet you across closed doors
When we just have memories spilled across the sides,
I want to meet you over your crumbling years
We won't have our passionate denials,
I want to meet you over some infidelities
I will dissolve myself in contained deities with my religion tr...aversed.
I want to meet you over fun, frolic and picnics
I can be wary of your eyes following me in weightless love
I want to meet you in insomnia
In silent darkness, on a pink bedspread, in timeless connival of moist cocoa butter
seething restless on my misty skin
I want to meet you when you walk away
When I go prophetic to deny my blinding fears
I want to meet you in a cemetery, exhausted over bodiless souls
Who knows, you may descend to the memoirs on the pungent smell
You may return to the madness of love and life
I want to meet you in hospital beds
My last wounds will birth you in healing.
I want to meet at the church then
To belong and to be your bride.
Dressed in all that finery of convictions
Rich, poor, yours and defined.