You rested your head on my lap by the seaside, listened
to our laughter echo on the slow train ride, voices
loud and in harmony, as if I came to this city
to sing. We admired the women with calves bulging
under soaked sarees, read poems to each other
in the library. Did some shopping in the bazaar,
with arms intertwined as we walked past the stalls.
I looked at the mirror, noticed you running your hand
through your hair. I ran my fingers gently
over your smooth, dark brown hair and caressed
your rugged shoulders. You embraced me warmly
by the sea. Attention is always
a payment. In return, my beloved gave
himself to me, the city his.
Response to: When I Visited His City After We Ended by Aditi Rao
to our laughter echo on the slow train ride, voices
loud and in harmony, as if I came to this city
to sing. We admired the women with calves bulging
under soaked sarees, read poems to each other
in the library. Did some shopping in the bazaar,
with arms intertwined as we walked past the stalls.
I looked at the mirror, noticed you running your hand
through your hair. I ran my fingers gently
over your smooth, dark brown hair and caressed
your rugged shoulders. You embraced me warmly
by the sea. Attention is always
a payment. In return, my beloved gave
himself to me, the city his.
Response to: When I Visited His City After We Ended by Aditi Rao
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