An Appetite for Love (II)

Lately

I have developed

An Appetite for Love.

In Love

I want to eat the dense clouds

Morsel by morsel

And rain heavily on you.

In Love

I want to be

The shortest epic poem

Written only for you.

In Love

I want to count the blinking of your eyes

The movement of your lips

And multiply them with my kisses.

In Love

I want you to taste

Less like blood

More like a bullet.

In Love

I want to

Declare all Kashmiris

Children of Sisyphus.

In Love

I want to be an ethnographer

And scientifically study

Your culture of expressions.

In Love

I want you to shoot me

With your lips

And exonerate life from me.

In love

I want to read Derrida

As the last love poet.

In love

I want to call

All our private conversations

The missing pages of Waris Shah’s Heer.  

In love

I want to collect

All your clipped nails

As a souvenir of my excess longing.

In love

I want to publish all my poems

Through your lips

As one long condolence.

In love

I want to pretend

That you have memorized

All my poems by heart.

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