Let’s preserve our words, tonight.
They sparkle
in the dimness of the sad days.
We shall hold this jar of love
And shake it now and then
In days of emptiness if any
And absurdities strike when.
I want you to hold me
in that nerve, Vena amoris,
Where the aorta from your heart
connects in your finger
And I promise I shall keep you
in the centre,
in the place of the dot, intact.

~ Purvi Petal © 6 Jun14

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