By Suveni Madan
In shop windows and
Tinted glass
I find more adoration
For the shape I occupy
Than the threads that make up my
Bare essentials.
Infelicitous as is
The treads that make my desire,
It isn’t everyday
That I get to feel whole.
To see whole
Whole of myself
In fanciful, extravagant equanimity.
You are moonglow upon a well,
You are my image in tinted glass,
You are more myself than me.
The only dreams I welcome
Are dreams of God-
But I think of you on purpose,
On purpose- I think of you-
And often.