Written piece
To Love
Trisha Malik
India
About this piece
This is a poem about a feeling surrounding being newly in love. There are so many distances to understand and bridge. There is so much newness, pain and anxiety to thread and tread through in order to find ourselves on the same page. But then, there is so much good feeling.
Mud-brown and from away
You lick the last of my biryani from your fingers
As your big hair falls down over green-rimmed eyes
Like a cloud; at my dinner table you smile
Your used hand you hold over your plate
And cupping my cheek with your left you tell me about your home;
Farawayonce, and now in me
I look at your oil-lined fingers that I will take inside me when we are done,
Your full bottom lip
That laugh of angels