(Artwork by Shaleen Rakesh)
A white frothy steam
in my coffee cup
wakes me up
no flavour no skin
this is my holiday
the window slides
across my dream
at last
a morning that does not scream
between my legs
a calm as natural
as water
as I stretch
he puts down his face
on my lap
for a feel
of quiet
his lips are closed
across each other
like the sky
across the land.
(Shaleen works as an activist on gay rights in New Delhi, India. When he is (also when he is not) traveling down fabulous Indian village roads, he takes pictures, draws and writes poetry. The Bling Diary is a queer poetry and art column updated whenever it’s time to run down the street with sparklers)
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