Is this what it's like

Abeer Hoque

Is this what it's like to lose yourself in
Dhaka, in kissing, in the writhe of your skin
the wides of your eyes, your muscle and thin
slower (I whisper)
faster (I fall)
the winter is holding its breath as you call
you're coming (say it) you're coming (say it)
you're coming

in darkness, in traffic, in lamplight, I kiss
you, my mind in motion, my body in bliss
full abandon, there's only one thing I miss
time (what's yours)
time (what's mine)
the winter is digging its grave as I find
a way to see (tell me) to free (tell me)
to stay