The sense of a man standing close, hinting at softness. You keen towards that body, wanting to reach out and be enveloped in the warmth. You yearn with half-remembered longing for what it feels to be with a man.
Maybe it is just the novelty. Maybe it isn't missing what is familiar.
But here, in faraway Delhi, I am allowed to long for someone's touch, anyone who is halfway kind: to be kissed and loved and to be allowed to rest.
That there is a time for rest, a time to stop fighting, to stop looking over your back, that with some people, you can relax.
For the new year, can I ask for calmer days, easier times, to be loved up?
Bad English is my birthright
1 comment:
loved up is a good way of putting it :).
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