I’m a basic lover,
I’ll touch your skin to speak words that I can’t write.
I’d create rhymes out of the stories you tell and sing them when you aren’t around.
When words become too heavy for me,
I’d let my hands tangle in yours, as if involuntary.
I’ll remember you like a rhythmic spoken word,
written only for you.
I’ll speak in our silences, be the music that gives your
lyrics space to be a purple heart-ed melody.
I can’t write art so I’ll love you like one.
Suchitra Harnahalli 