That Image

That image of you walking with your head bent

As if in defiance of something I might have said.

A whisper of a smile hiding pleasure and pain;

That gait at once slow and majestic,

humble and proud.

A whiff of musk, that black bag

The evening's azure in your eyes and on you too.

Crossing the road, waving
Somehow not meeting the eye.
In this one image is blended
Passion, kinship, that shiver in the spine,
Life’s way of taking things apart
Long before they come together.

Call me by my name again

To make you call me by my name again, what would it take?


Night after night of restless joy
Day after day of utter despair
Feigned apathy and nervous wait

A thousand questions unanswered
A single word that says it all
Those jumps and starts;
Narrations of someone else's past


Untouched food, my glass that you took
Those spasms of fear;
bouts of brazen desire
One rainy afternoon and a drenched night

To make you call me by my name again, what would it take?