poetry

Kabir

Kabir,

Lying beside me on the

Mosaic floor,

Clothes strewn across the room

We laugh

Till our stomachs hurt

Frisking each other’s palms

My vermilion

Painted across his face

His scent spread all over my nape

Kabir

A dream, a mere thought

A real man, now

Holds the key to my heart

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