Our Love is Made of Seasons

Koni Lightmaker
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

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Koni Lightmaker
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