Lines from other poems
By Sanjana Mahesh
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz
By Sanjana Mahesh
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz
the love that is grainy and hard, made
of stone,
easily broken, shattered across the
centuries.
The love I own is the flow of glaciel
water, never depleted
all the elements of purity, gathering
speed of gush
the flying rapids that race to the
future
end at the rise of the sun to the
collapse of the moon
never ceasing at wonderment or despair
to the prevalence
of the honesty of the love that is blue,
shades of teal and turquoise
to clear transparency and milky white
The panic of sharp turns and turbulent
twists that accompany
fear of depth, Divers delve into
darkness to recover
far from the warmth
in the universal sun.
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