The blue denim with his deep, raw scent

The unclaimed toffees on his table where he painted me in words beyond words

The littered scrawls

the infinite consonants of love

where I took shape from shambles

the broken sunglass, those dreamy eyes that fathomed me

the frozen moment of a surreal twilight that melts me

the dewy cotton mouchoirs that blotted his breath.

i pilfered one by one

getting into his den

our E’den’

where our whispers and whimpers seeped through the walls

till the day the cot dismantled

and we broke like its parts.

Now I am made of all that I pilfered.

-Santhosh Kana