Meenal

Why is it that you always close
your eyes while we are making love?
Why is it that we are always crossing
swords? Why is it that I cannot write
to you anymore? Why is it that you
always get ever so lost in my coffee
drizzles? Why is it that I grow cold
even while tending your young and
supple breasts?
Why is it that you always
walk away during the sandstorms,
just before the rains would wash
down our orgasm? Why is it that
you make me forget all those lines
I once tried to write about you?
Why is it that you are one of
my unkept words?