Beneath your black sweats and blue jean,
What is it you hide?
I know deceit is not your intent
But sure there must be scars:
Those long sustained and freshly made
Those wholly healed and partly so
If someday beneath those sheets
I stroked that spot a bit too hard
Will blood spill in trickles or gushes?
Will you pour curses on my passion?
Or discern you’d never healed?
In your sugar-coated lines,
I hear the poetry of unrequited love
In the cackles of your laughter,
I hear the distant cries of betrayal’s sting
And sometimes when you smile, fear invades your eyes
Your gestures humming the sound- “Don’t leave me this time”
I love you anyway
With every beat of my heart
With every hidden crevice
And all the broken pieces
Tomorrow when amidst kind stares
We exchange the golden circles
You’d be more than a husband
More than a lover and partner
More than a confidant and my private clown
YOU’D BE THE PARTS OF ME I CANNOT FIND
YOU’D BE EVERYTHING I LOVE BUT CANNOT BE