Curves of your Body. A Lover’s Eulogy
Everybody loves, but not everyone is a lover. To be a lover, you have to be melancholic. Drunk on the idea of your partner’s company, their dreams, their happiness, their smile, their breath and their body. Barkha Gaur summarises a beautiful symphony of melancholy and lust within a lover.
I have known your body,
so intimately, so profoundly.
I know every inch of it like my own,
I know where it’s supple and soft
& where it’s hard as rock.
I know where it curves,
I know where it dips.
I could recognise you in a crowd,
Just by the swing of your hips.
I have watched your breath rise and fall,
Hours on end,
and synchronized myself to it’s harmony,
Just to be one with it.
I know how your spine curves perfectly
to the shape of my body
so I am perfectly hidden in the nook
between your arm and your heart.
I have outlined your lips with mine,
A thousand times, maybe more.
And lain beside your naked frame,
as often as I could.
How I have wished
to undress your soul,
as easily as I could undress your skin.
Why won’t you bare it all?
Why won’t you let me in?