[Note from Frolic: We’re so excited to welcome poet Shrutee Choudhary back to the site. She’s sharing more of her breathtaking modern love poems with us!]
4. physical distance could die
with a drive, a train ride, a flight
with shaking of hands, a hug, a kiss
emotional distance needed more though
the breaking of invisible walls
to expose your vulnerabilities
to get those frightened words to climb
up your neck, into your mouth
then to free fall into their custody
the trembling words, unaware of their destiny.
this space between us
has us in a state of stillness
emotions are the only glue
and when it’s impossible to be with you
now more than ever
you and I, talk with greater ease
until morning light knocks
on our windows
as if to tease
and when the rest of the world
sees only distance
all we see is each other.
5. who knew touch could be the most menacing thing, lethal in so many ways, yet here we are
in the confines of our homes, away from the little things we’ve always
taken for granted.
how many times did you take hold
of my hand and I let go to swipe through my phone?
how many times did I shirk off your hug thinking we’d have
so many moments to be close.
how many times did I choose not to tell you how I love
the way you laugh into your palms or a pillow — it’s almost like your happiness suffers from stage fright but I have a one way ticket to your cinema and I could watch you forever.
how much I love the warmth of your breath
on the nape of my neck, when you embrace me from behind, like a shawl in the chilliest of winter, the feel of your lips
and how much I love it
when our bodies find a way to touch
like they slumber in a magnetic field and there is no other way to be.
I tell you now in the clutches of uncertainty
that I will never take for granted
the close proximity of you, a gathering with my friends, holding of hands, hugs. longest hugs.
and the ultimate liberty to be in the outside world, the touch of grass and the sight of a beach, the feel of sand and sea meeting.
sitting at a coffee shop, smiling at complete strangers
and them smiling back
with the knowledge of sameness
and the relief of survival
for now I wait in anticipation
dressed in yearning skin.
About the Author:
When I’m not busy being a goofball, I like to complicate my life for a living, so I can try and uncomplicate it with words.
I like to travel and make pictures. I’m also an actor, so I’m really all about the stories.
In poetic terms,
I’m the wormhole between reality and fiction
I’m the rhyme and the contradiction.
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