Follow Vishal Dutia on WordPress.comseptembering evening,
how cool and velvet
you are. The way love
should feel.air like menthol.
the menthol of your skin
is moonlight.
through my window,
the absence of birdsong is somehow sweet.
yet I feel close to
the night itself,an old friend
soothing my fragility.this night dreams dunes
of things divine.
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Exquisite poem, so tender.