Raw Silk by Vinita Agrawal

Raw Silk

When at last we meet
do not say hello

That greeting for strangers…
We’ve shared too many moons on the palettes of our nights

When we meet
Leave the race behind. Face me

Become scent
Stretch my lungs

Become jaggery
Color my tongue

When we meet
Come undone like a silken knot in the wind

Me the shuddering threads
You the hunger for silk

When we meet
Make sure I die of love
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