From June to July
The monsoon hit,
Rocking all boats in the harbour
Of our embrace.
Between heartbreak and indecision
We rise at dawn’s request
And rinse ourselves of ethereal body,
Of corporal compromise.
Kissing with tongues the cousin of death
The earth people came in silence,
Taking respite from consciousness
In the last private realm.
You came to me in a dream.
We stood at opposite ends of a room,
Shedding tears that met in the middle.
I held up my hands in surrender,
As if it could be a profession
To be possessed by weakness…
Deep breathing with the tide
The honey moon dips below the horizon,
I wake and search for the smell of your touch through my sheets.