Come

Come wrap yourself around me, like two lotuses
closing in on each other
send poetry into me and nurture my scent
narrate to me tales in Assamese and recipes
of steaming meat inside bamboo and tea inside metal
Fill me with slow hours that replenish, at each
whisper on your weightless arm, travel
across the mountain passes where my ancestors
wait for you with berries and boar pickle
Embrace me tighter, I am becoming the night
clouds hover over me and silken your forehead
A bonfire inside you crackles, on adding wood
your arms lock me into dawn, in the distance
an old train emerges from a tunnel, its song
combining with the newly arrived cuckoos in your heart

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