Outer Space
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
I love you, world wonder—
like Shah's love for Noor Jehan
erected a Taj Mahal in Agra.
Like Mumbai city streets love
the smoky din of rickshaws
during rush hour traffic.
Just like Amitabh loved Rekha
in timeless Bollywood classics.
I would trade it all; every sari,
gold bangle, or string of pearl,
for a spin around the white
ceramic floors inside the palace
of our love.
I would forego a million fragrant jasmine petals just to fill my lungs with
your sweet breath.
I am balsam, you are agarwood;
our passion ignites in smoke.
I bathe in the Ganges of our love;
only these waters purify me.
“during rush hour traffic.”
— Agra.
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
When I rage, I rumble, cave, and crumble, slip and stumble, bleak, I bumble,…
You came along when skies were dark, just like a song, you left your mark. Upon my heart, I felt a…
my love is just another crutch; a whole circus, tainted by trust. oh wizard me, enchanted thee;…