Do you know that some days
you rush through me,
the letters of your name
tumbling and flowing,
sunlight on the river,
appearing, disappearing, dancing.

A whisper in the back of my throat;
a lazy, warm caress.

Some days, you are not far away
at all.

*****
M.A. Mohanraj
September 4, 1997

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