In Your Rainy Memory

5 Jul

I love post-shower drips, I inform him,

watching leaky trees choreograph silver missiles,

and so enamored am I by the perfect roundness of his belly button,

the brownness of the eyes that follow my tongue,

that your shadow slips away unnoticed

and I sleepily type in retrospect

this perfunctory ode to you,

a forgotten love.

8 Responses to “In Your Rainy Memory”

  1. V's avatar
    V July 5, 2008 at 7:55 pm #

    why do the shadows have to slip away unnoticed.. why am i always the shadow

  2. Orange Jammies's avatar
    Orange Jammies July 7, 2008 at 9:29 pm #

    V: Welcome. Another addition to the list of people who believe I write about them. 😛

  3. damnhobsons's avatar
    damnhobsons July 9, 2008 at 8:09 pm #

    You don’t? Damn.

  4. Orange Jammies's avatar
    Orange Jammies July 10, 2008 at 9:43 pm #

    Damnhobsons: Yeah. Damn.

  5. Aunty G's avatar
    Aunty G July 11, 2008 at 11:39 pm #

    Am smiling, my darling OJ
    You love your rainy spray
    Eyes follow tongue
    An ode gets hung
    Yet again, you take my breath away!

  6. Orange Jammies's avatar
    Orange Jammies July 12, 2008 at 6:18 pm #

    Aunty G: I am so anti-Zen, no? 😀

  7. Unknown's avatar
    Aunty G March 13, 2014 at 10:04 pm #

    Enjoyed reading it again
    Remember really savoring it then
    When the neem trunk turns deep brown
    And clean, rain-laden leaves droop down
    That’s my feeling of attaining Zen!

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    […] This piece was originally published in India Currents magazine. Written as an opinion piece for a print publication, it is longer than the usual post, so sit back with a nice cuppa. And share your favorite memories of your favorite season (I’m hoping it’s the monsoon!) Oh, and for other rain-related posts, read this and this. […]

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