Yesterday, standing
Outside the metro.
The sky didn't melt.
Earth didn't shake.
It didn't rain.
And as we walked,
As I tried to catch
Your glance-
My stomach didn't
Conjure any butterflies.
Or my head didn't sink
In imagination of a
Rainbow laden sky.
Blood didn't rush
To my veins, bones
Or to the one that
Erects.
I wonder if this isn't
Love. I wonder if
This longing isn't
Enough.
I've deliberately
Dug up my fantasies
To plant my desire-
But nothing has
Bloomed yet.
It feels weird to not
Fall for you.
These bones of Iron
And muscles of steel
And the sparks that
Fall short in the nerves
Ask only one thing-
What's worse?
Digging up love when
There isn't or unable
To feel its presence
When it's abundant.