That One Room Apartment where on the stairs
the smell of a hapless old dog lingered
You moved in Me like blood in My veins
Our souls stuck together
I carried nothing to That Room
It had no space for anything but Our Love

my house
is a gyre of emptiness
i fill it with things
yet the fangs of emptiness tear my flesh,
my soul

I ache for You, bleed for You
for
Your fingers knitting Mine
Your kisses healing My limbs with their sweet snags.
– santhosh kana (M)