— Ronak Soni
Let us sit here till the tide rises
to our breasts.
Till the brass water meets the blood-gold sky
in front of our eyes
and we have together travelled to the endest reaches of the beckoning horizon.
Let us sit here, o my friend
Let us sit here
Till you and I are but a soul in the waves.
The rock is hard beneath me,
and the rock is firm beneath my feet.
I lean in the crevice between two rocks,
and we will sit here
Till intimacy overwhelms us both.