When we breathe

in different cities

this heart inside of me

is a constant memory

of how misbehaved I am

how uncontrolled

like a mischievous child

And when you’re with me,

I can scarcely feel a thing

but the mad fluttering

of its wings

wanting to burst out 

of that darned cage

and merge into you

And when you come close

so, so, close

that I can no more tell

your skin from mine

as I drown 

in your gaze

those deafening silences

enveloping us

grow, grow, and explode

and those whispers

that melt on my neck

undress me

in a way

those sensual fingers

of yours

never could


Asha Seth