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the sound of you

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in every inkling there is a certainty, cocooned inside a heart once encased in lead, the same muscled heart you massaged into dancing again, two-step, merengue, jhyaure.

on days as hot as the inside of a tea-kettle, that same heart hops like a hare, furls like a flower, there is perverse pleasure in patience, like a face turned towards the sky, waiting for the rain, a desert in heat.

on nights as long as the waiting we do, when i confessed like a sinner, on my knees and pleading, you were giddy, ecstatic, choosing me as i chose you, and your presence wafted to me from across the seas, warm and light, so that even cold kathmandu nights now burn like falling stars.

this meeting accidental, a bump between two ants and two antennae, and like that, the damp and the cold recede like with the coming of the sun, like hallelujah, like hey ram, like goddamn.

how often do you think of kathmandu, how often do i think of lancaster,
i love you kathmandu, but i must leave you.

the skyline of your breasts, the asphalt of your stomach, the streets of your fingers, the furrows of your hair, what is a city but a person, what is a person but a city, what is the world but one person, what is one person but the world.

last night, a poem appeared, a missive from a friend, reminiscing about an empty kathmandu night and it said, what is rain to the sound of you.

what is rain to the sound of you.

 

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Written by Pranaya

May 9, 2016 at 2:44 AM

Posted in attempts.

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  1. You are love.

    Pri

    May 9, 2016 at 8:54 AM

  2. I have liked you since school days but never had guts to tell you. I wonder that if I had told you before maybe you would love me also like you love her. You know who I am but I cannot tell you without becoming red-faced and shy. I am shy to even talk with you. Hope you will not take this otherwise. I will love you in secret.

    S.

    May 10, 2016 at 3:59 AM

  3. Maybe sometimes the sound of someone is like a storm
    and maybe sometimes waiting is worthwhile
    even if it’s disstressing.

    luisa

    May 20, 2016 at 9:37 AM


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