when we first touched, and loving showed
awkward fingers entwined with awkward fingers
sweat and paint, merging – leading to more paint
under the netted warmth of the afternoon sun
with the air coloured in Justin Vernon’s voice
how well you understood my eyes
how well we understood the nothingness of time
when we first loved, and emotion showed
past constantly entering the present
thrusting in, out, in, out, ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah hahaha
thump throb thump throb thumppp throbbb aaah
in the darkness of the night
how well i knew the motion of your lips
how well we misunderstood the poetry of tongue
when we first emoted, and language showed
our prosaic lives lulled by sudden silence
epiphanies fell like fruit from a tree
in a crowded shrouded sea of truths
i stood with a basket in my hands – running gathering containing –
when i learnt the meaning of hijr –
and our memory drowned in the weight of metaphor
