and in the end, does water not pour forth from the heavens

precisely when we are most parched?

even a few grains of sugar draws out the latent sweetness from the bitter, bringing to life a symphony of spices grounded by assam, a lush, earthy harmony.

i am the kind of tropical heat that renders the temperate feverish with unrequited longing. tongue numbed by eye of the bird, cheeks flushed with blood rising as if toward a magnet, i am a storm in your mouth that will leave you bracing.

the art of teasing out your deepest, darkest notes, taking you right to the edge of burning before extinguishing the heat, leaving you frozen at the peak of flavour.

for too long, i’ve been forced to shoulder burdens that weren’t mine to carry and now my body is aching for it. my upper back throbs in protest, stomach frozen, skin blemished by a ring of fire, days after the latest storm has passed. i don’t know what i can do except...

skin the colour of scorched earth

mind poised as the moon

someone who cleanses me like the ocean

shows me the beautiful and the sublime

when the night comes out to play

someone who makes me feel

like a wave breaking

who swallows darkness whole

doesn’t obey the rules of clean l...

to have been thrown alone

down the blackest of holes

a thousand times on end

to have locked eyes with singular death

stretched to the point of breaking

and clawed my way out

more or less whole

every single time

that to me is the greatest miracle

let us not rush

through the salt to get to the sweet

and are we not all being swept along the same river, towards the one true destination?

you can be strength and vulnerability

thinker and feeler

dangerous curves and sharp edges

fire and water

all at once