Glory Sasikala writes

ARE WE?

not that i want answers

to a relationship

that seems to flex

to meet our erratic selves

so moody and unpredictable

so based on imperfection

but our sidelong glances ask

are we the ones?

are we cosy bed and pillows and sheets?

are we cuddle, kiss, curl and sleep?

will you wipe the dishes while i wash

roll out the dough while i flip?

peeping over shoulders quadrupled vision

is it our laughter that will break the silence

of a dark night, startling the owl

and drawing stars closer?

i did not let the outside world in

did you?

i can walk away, can you?

at will, i ask you -

will we be the ones -

our fingers barely touching

a relationship on a shoestring budget

of superficial small talk

barely skimming the surface...

how far must we go before we know

we're forever?

-- Adam Goldberg