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Poems by Mira Chiruvolu
young lover
i only trust the hearts
i can promise myself
won’t speak ill of me
outside our sanctuary
i only trust the smiles
that won’t falter under
the earthquakes or the rain
i only trust the bodies
that won’t limp at my touch
i only trust the people
who pay dues for sins
and look me straight in the eyes
i give my trust to you
young lover
because you know how
to live
and even when you die,
you won’t forget my love.
forgotten whispers
your toes curled on the dusty rooftop
the breeze wisps my neck
and i sigh into the horizon line
like chocolate melted over the stove,
a sweet lullaby.
mumble your breath
onto my eyelids
onto the strings of my limbs
onto the lips of the somber
seeking summer skyline,
our days under the sun.
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