o’ girl who massages coconut oil into hair,
the next time you wear jasmines in your hair...

last night, i dreamt of your hands wrapped tightly
around my neck, wringing it like a hand-washed...

like a bull-elephant sharpening
tusks on tree-trunk, i take to...

you play with your words like legos –
searching for the right combination of words...

Amongst stretched palms, you slip me a dagger
unsheathed, blade touching skin and offer me a...

how does softness remain? you’re overwhelming in...
i need you to be – all-encompassing like...

my head atop your chest, inundated with the sound
of your beating heart, i whimper and instinctively...

the moon hollows itself out under
the cover of clouds, as one weary...

As strange as this February night is—it’s ripe...
the moon is tucked away behind our longing. There...

I want to share the sunset with you, I don’t...
reduced to slivers of photographs and pixels...

you—an almost ache, almost wound, almost lover,
almost return to self, almost summer, almost a...

you are like the stirring waters of the sea,
salt-wind licks your hair and tousles it in...