Of Unspoken Deals and Speaking Bodies

Tanya Ranjan

My lips and your skin had an unspoken deal.
Your skin told me of religion as my lips wrote blasphemous verses on your body.

My fingers and your skin had an unspoken deal.
Your skin became the map to home and my fingers knew wanderlust.

We were bad with words and "I love you"s
But I swear we created masterpieces in between the sheets every night.