Laughter and peace
Your smile
Your touch in dreams
The smell of that leather coat
The way cement smells
Wet with rain
The way drenched green
Drips cool on hot heads
Under a young sun
All these things
I can live
Without ever being there

I am there
I am walking
Through the market-place
Fresh mango in my hands
Searching the store-fronts
The stalls
The hawkers
In these times past times

I am strong
Running after the rickshaw
Searching everywhere
For the secret
That makes you



If this is
The only way
I can touch you
For all of Life

I will touch you now

My hands are hungry
To feel more
Than plastic keys

No one but you will do
This moment

I see you
Your back is to me
By an office chair
And over it
Dark hair

You won’t know
I will be as quiet
As the dust mote
Fluorescent descent

Behind you now
Feeling your racing mind
Don’t look
Just feel

Run through soft
Black curls
Lean back and smile
Close your eyes
Your speeding mind
Light circles traced
To the edge
Of that lovely face

In this place
Where no substance is
I can be any dream you wish
For you can make
Your world here