tonight i have you wrapped
against my calf.

that winter was wide-eyed,
kiting upwards through alphabets of jazz-
that was a different continent,
a promise
pulsing wild across maps, this friendship-

remember chasing stars?
chimneys smelling
of tea? and endless nights rummaging
for a cigarette-

and then you found me,

pixie-haired, blowing bubbles
from behind your thick paperback
and asked (in a breath) if i’d

let you sleep inside my mouth.

©Mohana Das

Linked to D’verse OLN


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