Another Day with You

I have fallen for you, fallen completely, irrevocably.
I want to hold you close to my bosom for there is a
bubble there which cavitates every time you smile
and fall asleep while gently sweating under the sweltering madras moon,
while listening to your breath upon my lips,
while my nose presses against your cheeks,
while I look at your eyelids as they languorously shut and open
While we speak of nothing and everything, of your dreams, and of mine
of your mornings and evenings, and of your afternoon battles against chilly friends
of your gajja gajja and tan tan, while I karkara your chunchuru, or while we read a book together
and hope with the salty monsoon breeze that is our love,
for another day with you