Simplification

So,
This is love, then?

This forgiving when you
Storm off to the other room
Pleading exhaustion
When I toss and turn
On an odd insomniac night,
Sorry but I need to sleep, you said.
So do I.

This is love, then?
This learning to erase
With 4 a.m. poetry and a cigarette
Under a speeding, psychedelic fan
And a tottering 40-watt bulb.

This, then, is love.
Your tender smile in the morning
Your entreaties to you tell you what’s wrong
Your switching on music of my choice.

Your taking, your giving
My insomnia, my writing.

This, then, is love!

5 thoughts on “Simplification

  1. Tamanna Mishra

    Did you move here because of marriage or something? Sounds like it πŸ™‚ Sounds a lot like the things that I used to think about during my first few months in Bangalore, the first few months of marriage πŸ™‚

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