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



The food of hearts


Untraceable during the day


Sashikala Premawardhane

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