A Place Inside Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

this is how my kiss occurs in absences;
with lips half opened
with words assembled in desire and promise.

I want to be water on your skin
sweet, transparent,
wet... a string of shapely droplets
turning lush
in the blueness of your glances.

concealing myself in the shell of your navel,
I rest before reaching the closest lines
to your recesses.
it is then you open...
a warm interior to my joyful evaporation.

while settled along these banks
I will quietly recount a mad trip over skin,
where I met a man filled with seek.
and you will sit beside me, weaving tales
of a woman who came
and wrote something inside you.