Tasenda

Between Breaths, silence, That poetry of our love, Was interspersed by old Crackly hindi songs on the radio Between Semantics, words, Those un-deciphered heiorographics, traced by you on palms of My hands, still smelling of your henna Between  Darkness, The Sun, That guardian of our meetings, Stood turquoise on the still lake Hoping for a smile that would let it fade Between  Divine, You, The Goddess of light, On the cusp of revealing Yourself to unworthy me

At the tip of moon dagger You hold me hostage To your memories You shadow hides Every morning behind My frosted bathroom mirrors The guardian angels Of our love are the Valkyries of lore Waiting for us To die, so we can Dine with Qais and Majnoon