by Kamala Das
This love older than I by myriad
Saddened centuries was once a prayer
In his bones that made them grow in years of
Adolescence to this favored height; yes,
It was my desire that made him male
And beautiful, so that when at last we
Met, to believe that once I knew not his
Form, his quiet touch, or the blind kindness
Of his lips was hard indeed. Betray me?
Yes, he can, but never physically
Only with words that curl their limbs at
Touch of air and die with metallic sighs.
Why care I for their quick sterile sting, while
My body’s wisdom tells and tells again
That I shall find my rest, my sleep, my peace
And even death nowhere else but here in
My betrayer’s arms…
A Mathematical Relationship
by Suraj Samtani
I now realise the value of time.
In less than a quarter, our distances have been multiplied.
Our communication has been divided.
In the moments to come, I hope to add more special memories,
And subtract the obstacles of our relationship.
May the intensity of our love be inversely proportional to every wave that falls in the Niagara.
May our Love for each other expand into the universe, and
May it be then integrated with the Higher Source
Until time reaches infinity, and beyond.
A Lost Relationship
by Heather Burns
on a distant
is lush and
A Relationship, Of Sorts
by Chuck Audette
Love flew in my window
I thought ‘whatever for? ! ‘
in the past it just brought woe
so I showed it to the door
Then in through my window
crawled a thing called Fear
saying ‘if you won’t chance Love
then I will live right here’
A Special Relationship
You are my creator
My mentor, my teacher,
You are the guiding force of my life
Who always help me in times of strife.
I know you are and will always be
by my side,
You are someone above God
And these words I shall always abide.
I saw the world with your eyes
With your help was able to differentiate the good and the bad;
Whenever I went wrong, you corrected me and yelled at me
The privilege which every mom has on her lad.
Yes friends, she is none other than my Mom
A wonderful creation of Almighty,
As God cannot be everywhere
She is the replacement of this holy deity.
Mom, you are the epitome of my existence
The reason for my subsistence,
Howsoever I describe you, I know my words will always fall short
As a mom-child relationship is of that special sort!