Poetry at Sangam



by Shailza Rai

I remember this—
your musty smell and the taste of your tongue
just a few seconds before we were caught in the frame
The mouth of yours already half full of my odour.
Had I not kissed you like a million times that day?
Also, the feel of our nose,
colliding in love,
grazing your skin.
Those lips too I remember.
How I must have restrained myself from plunging.
Just grabbing you off the moment,
taking you to our eternal joy of collision.
How I loved colliding with you.
Oh, and I do remember.