Gopal at DifferentTruths.com unveils ‘Amante’s Whisper’: a tender touch like liquid cherry folds bodies into crystalline love, shattering silence and sin in poetic adoration.
You touch with two hands against my shoulder blade. Your fingers are like liquid cherry. Like a soft blanket, our bodies fold in. When you touch slowly and slightly, it breaks the hefty silence. A geometry – perhaps a crystal isometric – that remains stable, truer than words.
A wooden door and a temple of adoration, and so your love runs its course. Running between the two banks of life does not harden inside me. You call me with a new name. I can no longer be cruel. I can be no harsher. I can be no more a sinner.
listening
your words arrive
in unasked whisper
Picture design by Anumita Roy





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