You
ask why
I don't do
simple girlish things--
Flirt, connect
and run towards
love.
You
say prudish, gauche
gay.
And suddenly
the rich beautiful friendships--
the pain, the joys of sisterhood
pall.
I shy from it,
never understanding
why.
And run towards you:
Your expectations, pleasures, wish-fulfillment, questions doubt
and your unflinching
Gaze.
There are no joys here,
no pain.
Only what we call a
Relationship:
Your desires and my insecurities.
1 comment:
Reminds me of something that Lata Ma'am said- "Even when there are just two people there is hierarchy."
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