Written by Nalini Priyadarshni
…is what people do when they like each other.
Swap glances, smiles, stories
spoken and erased.
Words that dance at the tip of tongues
ready to jump off the fingertips,
restrained at the last moment,
left unspoken for another day.
tightness in chest,
swelling of lips.
Who knows what flavours they carry?
From blush of rose to bruised plum
that slowly turns into a wild berry.
until you harvest poems left behind
on the flesh that carries no other insignia except
memories of swapped sweetness
some lay hidden between the inner thighs
some bloom in the throes of desire.