ways to believe in love

Written by Willow, one of our poetry writers, and edited by Udita, one of our editors!

I meant to say

the angsana tree is blooming today,

& the checker table is undisturbed

if you go now, then that

is one less sunset ended with you,

the anaemic night keeping me awake

& staring like the marble spheres

pushed into the empty socket

of Auguste Rodin's inert lovers

Miss a lyre,

look for a winged love letter

atop the mountains that gaze into ether

when you follow the shepherd's path down

back onto the meadow—

I will keep away the wolves around the homestead

I want us to be rebellious botanists,

howling prayers in the coffee shop

to an ice-cream deity,

melting iron into breezy gossamer

in vague heart shapes.

there is a way to say

I love you

without inviting bullets into our glass garden

& if you close your eyes to the pink fireflies,

more secrets to muting the thunderstorm

than we can see

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This piece was written by one of our poetry columnists, Willow. Reach them at @oldmanheart, on Instagram!

This piece was edited by one of our editors, Udita. Reach them at @wilde_woolf on Instagram.

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