Dressed In Purgatory Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

let loose in longing
I revise myself and loiter in it,
the long silences pin me.

I know we don't really exist
in this world of first causes.
we live instead in a place of primal forces,
where I breathe you and feel you sink in.

still I am envious and obvious
and desperate for your love.
desire constantly rises from me,
and takes a living shape to plead with you
in a whispering privacy.

I want to discover
where you were, in your body,
if not here with me.
and what shade of memory never fades.

your eyes my Love,
are either blue or blue.
it seems I'm never close enough anymore to say.