Remember how much easier it was to undress than love? Our infidelities taught us what we had was less than love.
Adrift across your eyes’ rare green my love, we learned the ways adults diversify love...
I wake, my neighbors' moans echoing through the wall. Love, talking to you was like talking to the wall.
After "Baadbaan... by Parveen Shakir: "White sail, the open sea, horizon so blue, yes. I see myself keeping watch. Could it be you? Yes..."