Commensurable Love
I see you sit some six inches or more
from me, gripping your coffee mug.
I could close the gap knee-to-knee.
I see the dark hairs of your eyebrows
prickle and rise out of your skin.
I could write about every inch of them.
I see your eyes through the millimetres
of a small valve, commonly: the heart.
I could sketch the feeling in acres.
I choose to preserve the parameters
in yards, as expected by civil society,
ensuring nothing but a mileage of dignity.
But we walk away stealthily hiding
the parallel share of our immeasurable,
albeit, in some ways, a pleasurable guilt.
AA, 20.vii.06
from me, gripping your coffee mug.
I could close the gap knee-to-knee.
I see the dark hairs of your eyebrows
prickle and rise out of your skin.
I could write about every inch of them.
I see your eyes through the millimetres
of a small valve, commonly: the heart.
I could sketch the feeling in acres.
I choose to preserve the parameters
in yards, as expected by civil society,
ensuring nothing but a mileage of dignity.
But we walk away stealthily hiding
the parallel share of our immeasurable,
albeit, in some ways, a pleasurable guilt.
AA, 20.vii.06
posted by kobial at 00:44
2 Comments:
Wow Ahsan! I really like this one! Impressive..Im just curious to know where or whom u get ur muse from!
heyy dis is anika from charukola from pohela falgun :) got ur blog address from izlal bhaia. i really like this one especially how u can 'write about evry inch of them'. its a beautiful line.
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