Wednesday, November 09, 2011


Come here
and lay over me.
Head to head,
toe to toe.
The pillow of your palms
forming the perfect hollow
under my head.
Let me feel your weight
slowly sink me into the mud.
Let me feel something, anything.
The cage of your ribs,
the beat of your heart
the pebbles gently nudging me
in the small of my back,
the dew of the trampled grass.
Come, just lay here.
Your hair against my cheek. 
And keep me from floating away.
Like a fallen leaf,
a sweet wrapper,
a half-hearted whistle
carried away on the wing of a gust
on a crisp, windy day.


Manka said...

I like this

Nivedita Agashe said...