I pull the blanket close, but no,  

It’s never thick enough.  



Instead, her softness lingers,  

a tide that pulls me under.  

I love this blue, this ache,  

this slow and weightless drowning.  



I want to touch the ocean,  

to weave my hands through waves of hair,  

to hold her like the night holds moonlight—  



but you’re a desert’s mirage,  

a shimmer just beyond my fingers.  



I WISH I COULD CALL YOU  

THE WAY THE WAY I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU.  

JUST I WISH!

WE OFTEN HIDE BEHIND THE NAME OF FEAR!
WELL, WE ARE ALL GROWN UP NOW.
WORRIED ABOUT FALLING BUT HAVE WINGS,
A WAY TO FLY, BUT NOBODY IS HERE NOW!
BURIED LITTLE ONE ARISES, SPREADING BEAUTY AND LOVE.
EXCEPTIONALLY WARM MUSIC MADE DELICATE FEATHERS UNCONSCIOUS.
HEAVEN SEEMS REAL, LIFE BECOMES ALIVE.
SUDDENLY TUK-TUK-TUK ---
THE DITCH REAPPEARS AND FEATHERS BECOME HEAVY.

By: Shivam Sehgal