He’s someone out of a dream, or a fairy tale and when he saved me he was a prince rescuing a damsel in distress. He holds a smile of sunshine and shares with me words of promise and pure gold. When I hold his hand I feel like a child who’s about to ride her first roller-coaster; with butterflies on the inside and knuckles clasped. Gripping with no desire to release thanks to the fear that letting go could result in disaster. And his lips are salt water; the more they caress mine, my thirst for them perpetually increases.

it took me so little time to learn
your syllables and cadences, to
memorize your  vowel sounds
and predict the next breath in
your  sentence  but  i  am
starting to forget and
it feels so good
feels so good
feels      so
good

please take your
time with me,
please breathe
me in slowly.

Damsel in distress
but in Indian streets.
Look how she walks
and, look how she speaks
she takes too much pride in her being
she's asking for it, isn't it?
Look how she talks- her hands fluttering
Look how she weeps now
Her hands quivering.