Haris Rigoo (25-01-1991 / srinagar, kashmir)
A Love Poem
Do not ask me to write a love poem
for I do not know what
Is it fire?
or is it the slow drip of water
again and again and again through the rock
of our resolve?
Can love be sleepy?
Or must it always be caffeinated
Zigging and Zagging with fierce ups and downs
Is love pain?
To be burned and sucker punched
time and time again
to taste lightning and
want to weep for the sweet agony?
Or rather, is it kindness?
Sweet words, slow sex, eyes meeting
laquered over and over with thick sticky layers
made sloth like by your glut
near vomiting with gratitude
I do not know
What exactly love is
how to feel it
The words come so easily
I love you
iloveyou iloveyou iloveyou
but what do they mean?
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