Where even the smell of the skin is familiar
in those arms I sleep tonight
I remember your look
your rehearsed innocence
and I love the way you hesitate
you know the rules
you play the game
I play it too
do you know it's true?
can you for tonight
try to shed that glow
come walk with me
through the door once more
lets take from each other
what we want, what we need
some flesh, a little love
with honesty and greed.
Official Website and Blog for Shaleen Rakesh, an author based in Dehradun, India. Shaleen is a writer and recursive observer of the shifting Himalayan landscape, whose work interrogates the friction between geologic time and the fragile architecture of human memory. Deeply rooted in the ecological and psychological terrain of the Doon Valley, his prose functions as a diagnostic for the Anthropocene—charting the rain of ash that defines modern loss.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
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