Tonight! Poem by Ritika Chaudhary

Tonight I wanna write a poem for you
But instead I want to be a artist
Someone who draws portraits.

I would make the highway my canvas
The highway that connects your city to mine.
Your city, the city which was my home
the city that gifted me you
the city that saw me grew
the city that is an old friend of mine.

The city that hides and exposes my despairs and delights
the city that will witness what becomes of us,
or as I said, become my canvass.

And if my fingers ever do get capable of canvassing our lives
I will begin with this moment.

This night, when you are asleep
And for me this reality is better than dreams.

I will first draw our twined hands
your perfectly carved long fingers resting between my fingers and thumb.

What do I name this intimacy?
the one where fingers do the romance.

The warmth of your breath is a little far
but the delicate palm of your hand
is like my winter sun.

It's a little dark in the room
But I can feel your body features without any difficulty.

There is no need for any further touch
For this room is fragnanced with your comfort.

Tonight as my hand passionately love your hand
I wanna become a painter
And paint us over and over again.