It’s morning but the sun isn’t out yet and
as we keep grappling for each other
in that early turquoise dusk,
doing what we have been doing
since the beginning of moon’s journey
across the horizon
because there’s so much flesh
on a body
and it keeps on unfolding,
keeps on giving to hungry hands
that it nullifies
the possibility of it ever coming
to an end.
But endeavour is what
our fathers taught us and so
like unbroken horses
we keeping running,
our hooves digging in brown mud
until these bodies break.
and the sun is out now and
has been pouring itself shamelessly
into the dark room, crawling
on all four
towards the bed, trying to touch
our bare skin with
its golden fingers.
Ashish Kumar Singh (he/him) is a queer student at Lucknow Christian College pursuing Master’s in English Literature. Other than writing, he reads extensively. He lives in Lucknow, India but dreams of being in Italy.