I’m looking through
people, looking for
dominates but my dreams.
Someone who colours my days
and clouds my nights.
Someone who can tease the lines
and snap them taut.
Someone who can spar and spare
and bring me alive with either.
Someone who can flush me
into a blush without so much as a brush.
Someone who can be seriously amused
and humour me without making a joke of it.
Someone who can treat me with such care
that I feel as translucent as a baby
And yet, wrap me up in words adult
that I sense in me a growth of kinds.
Someone who can uncheck
those many boxes that I am layered in.
I think i need him;
i sure miss him.
p.s: pic-courtesy: anamika chaurasia’s trip to chile