HE: How do you know when you are in Love?
where Banyan tree vines push through
grey cement and tickle butts
SHE : Is it when large clumsy adorations
exit your mouth like loud burps
after a large meal?
In Chin Lung
Plastic skull like tables
under blue gloom tarpaulin
HE: Is it when tiny butterflies and dull moths
escape your lips
after crawling in your gut for an eternity?
On a Cold Bench
Beside bleating stuffed toy lambs
and broken-armed 5-year olds
SHE: Is it when being held
in arms scrawny and strong
is as good as a wooden cradle?
On a Futon
where a biscuit smelling back
is kissed with sour spit
SHE: Is it when sniffing his scent
on the space between his hungry lips
and bulbous nose makes you bite harder?
loud classic rock, head-spinning booms
he lays on her lap and kisses a finger
HE: Is it when my impatient heart
hungry as always
thumps in my head
but with your touch is quiet?
In an Ola Cab,
stuck in thick trickling traffic
a moan escapes her mouth
SHE: It’s when
after a night that feels like a place more than time
is like the hard light of the morning.