Our Love is Made of Seasons
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

“Our love is June without rain,
it is also the flooded Brahmaputra.
It devours me like the winter snow,
then spits me out
like the parched sand
of a deserted dune.
Our love is rum and coke
on a Friday night,
it wets my soul
like the earthy damp of monsoon.
Our love is permanent chaos,
it sets upon me each season.
The chilblains and the sunburns
it brings,
I know not
how to heal.
All I know
is that
Our love is a miracle,
and I want to live
inside of it
all year round.”
- Koni
