We grow plants
on our arms and legs
they grow to pour the thanks
we need when there’s no one around!
We get naked
in body and schmoozes
we do astrology on our back
in sleeves we sign a deal to not leave!
We exchange
our demons like verbs
I screen a way to taste wine
two drunk lovers have enough to live!
We collect souls
keep them in our frame
pluck stars to keep the light
they grow with us, we are symbiotic!
We grew poor
we still are, marriage
is a two penny thing to us,
it is a night where sky would be clear!
We have a circle
a ring of fire and desire
some couplets are composed
to be recited when everything is gone!
We train horses
ride on it in weekends
I talk of politics, she listens
she tells, take love away from politics!
We’re introverts
usually we get nothing
to talk about, we get silent
a distance comes, I smack time back!
We’ll die we know
we won’t fade we know,
that sun is a broken mass
it’ll fade only when there’ll be no sky!
We love slow
kissed after two years,
smoke the air we throw to us,
life is a slow clock, love is about time!
We make plans
to grow our daughter
have a home not at all urban,
to grow old and face death together!
We soak past,
drench them to soil,
I shape a clone of hers today,
I have many, to have her everywhere!
Topics : Poems
The Reader's Digest Guide to Intimate Relations 