The periodic pleasure
of small happenings
is upon us –
behind the stalls
on the farmer’s market
snow glinting in heaps,
a cardinal its chest
puffed out, bloodshed
above the piles of awnings,
ardour’s proclivities;
you selecting up a candy potato
turning to me “This too?” –
question of tenderness
below the blown pink wing.
Keep in mind the brazen world?
Let’s discover a room
with a window onto elms
strung with daylight,
a restaurant with polished cups,
darling espresso they name it,
could our mattress be stoked
with contemporary lower rosemary
and glinting thyme,
all herbs in due season
tucked below wild sheets:
match for the conjugation of pleasure.
This choice is curated by Yamini Krishnan.
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