Theme: Love

Going Back Home

Darling is this love,
That I want to curl my leg over you and sit on my elbows,
watching you. It must be love that you lie with your arms raised
and I wrinkle my nose at the pungent smell and laugh.
And you laugh too.
Is this love that I don't want the blinds drawn in the afternoon when it's
so hot
Let the world watch us I joke!

We can never make love in the night,
our occupational hazard,
I see,
The flats overlooking the window
The clothes hanging on the balcony....what washing the people do
When will so many clothes hang on the balcony of our love nest!

What random thoughts cross my mind?
When I just want to love you
And want to obliterate all thoughts
Except yours.

I suck in my stomach and idly and absently run
My fingers on your chest....the hair is white, I think to myself.
He is old
We are old. Two middle aged bodies talking to each other.

And then I think of the vegetables and the fruits I have to buy
And the clothes I have to go and give to the dry cleaners
I shake my head.
I want to only have thoughts about us.
This is an afternoon made to love

Desire overtakes you again
But now my desire has gone
I have gone back to domesticity

My mind is full of the mundane tasks
I have to do.

I have to go, I tell him before the evening sets in.
Yes, he says I understand.

Yes time to go home like the cows
who graze on different fields but come home before sunset.


More By  :  Annu Chopra

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