By
Ananya S Guha
You Are Sleeping My Love
these rains
throw back
little of past
unleash present
clouds smothering skies
two interlocked, reveries
hills sleep coitus.
then dream
I dream
you dream
because it’s raining my love
because the blue shaft of light
is missing
dream, dream, dreaming
somnambulists
because it’s raining
my love:
because soon pale mists will lift
dreamy eyes, my love;
into seething horizons
of time scarred hills.
and, you are sleeping
my love.
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