Bedridden

i want you
to be a silhoutte
in my room

i want your form of darkness
next to my bed
i can’t see
so i imagine
your lips
dry
for now
your hands
i have yet
to touch
your frame
so inviting
like a door
i want to enclose myself in

i want your warmth
like how i want
everything that you are

a life with you
the night is our daughter


Written in Kajang, 2009.

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