you
are lonelier
than i
though i
wait for you
more than
you wait
for yourself
we seek our time
in the chronometer of
each others' pulsations
i want to see
my time
as a squealing, happy infant
in your lap
there is nothing
as delicate
as love
left to live on earth
in the absence of your palm
the earth has shrunk
my palms
that contained
wholesome days
intimate nights
now hold
tender restlessness
trembling of dreams
the noise of
the heart
beating against
a deserted beach
sleeping in your eyes
my eyes dreamed
intoxicating dreams
living in
your love
i feel
the beat of time
against
the death of dreams.
(Painting : Ganesh Pyne)
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