Truly Mine

By Radha Konda

I want to bury my face 

In your chest so deep, 

I'd find the right place blindfolded 

Where only my pair of lips fit well, 

So that they have all the sovereignty to 

Yell, kiss, and whisper the pain out, 

A place where only my eyes could fit 

Just right, so that there is a canal carved

Between the mountains of your heart 

And lungs, for my tears to flow with privilege,

A place for my nose, where I could still

Find oxygen even under the deepest soils,

A place for my cheeks, where I can 

Get kisses all day and still be hungry 

For more because I am diabetic without

Your sugar touches. A place where my

Eyebrows learn to act more graceful

And still, be transparent to express 

My emotions of every touch you make 

Against the layers of skin, who has known 

Thine too long, 

Longer than I have known myself. 

By Radha Konda