On the clothes she hangs- to dry- slowly-

Because that is all-

On the lower lip-

On the zero spring that infinity sprouts-

On the desert where I search

For the line of forever-

On the sunken stomata that survive-

On the mind on her eye that melts like butter-

On the stone lion manes you can drink from-

On the secret that all the world sees-

On the final stripe we added to the last tiger.

~Ajay

21/3/18