Sometimes love

Comes in fits and starts

Sputtered, at night,

Raw, unedited, fierce

Touch and word struggle

To convey

the heart and its unruly needs

 

Then during the day

We go about our business

Rarely, a word between us,

As if the night,

These nights

Didn’t exist

 

Some days, I look at you,

And all I can think of are your words

And how strange all this seems

The intimacy of the night

And the reality of the day

 

You are different, somehow,

When the day breaks

Preoccupied with what lies ahead

 

These nights unleash, love,

Pent up feelings explode

 

Moments

The food of hearts

 

Untraceable during the day

 

Sashikala Premawardhane

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