Hridaya-and-Randhra ( हृदय-और-रन्ध्र)

I reach out to trace your textures through each of my fingers: wool, supima, and satin; cactus, brick and steel.

My eyes that have seen a spectrum of hues and shapes, are charmed by your distinct muted tints and rich shades.

My mouth and tongue hum to taste your flavors: coffee beans, miso and chili; watermelon, cinnamon and lime.

My body wants to know your range of temperature. My mind wants to understand the mechanism of your soul.

But I see how you pace in circles, neither moving forward nor retreating — half-brave in surrendering to your silent longings, half-afraid to let your desires breathe.