She called me effusive
beneath the neon
and streetlight glare.
My mind racing
to pin the definition
to the hanging word.
My eyes derailed
by her smile
and how
her head
leaned against
the roster wallpaper-
an endless succession
of fowl in summer touched colors.
The definition
still at a loss
between synapses
rippling as my voice
harvests accents from my youth.
Without warning,
revealing a lack of roots and my inherent flitting nature.
I'm stunned when her warm hand wraps around me.
I'm stunned when her lips touches mine with an unforced silence,
calloused by wood,
tender with time.
Nilanjan
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