She hooked her fingers in his like pegs to the clothes line <br />‘’Roller coaster? ’’ she asked. He shook his head <br />She looked disappointed <br />He relieved. <br />Have I ever told you that u remind me <br />Of a river called Hooghly? he asked <br />She smiled <br />Your hair like my grandmother’s fan <br />Lulling me to sleep <br />Your eyes like the brown marbles <br />That I hid in my pocket <br />Your long legs like the poems I wrote <br />In the candle light <br />Your blushing cheeks like my nephew's feet <br />That stuck out of the joolah <br />Your soft hands like my mother’s stories <br />Soothing me <br />That bronze skin like the familiar path on the <br />Sultry afternoons I used to walk back from school <br />Hungry <br />Your breasts like my soft bed where I found <br />Comfort every night <br />Your laughter like the kites in the September sky <br />And your tears like my father’s silence. <br />He sighed <br />And I want to kiss you <br /> When the sun sets in the river Hooghly’<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/river-hooghly/
