the masks have always been there
the kinds we could never see
the smile with the sad eyes
the lips with fake promises
were all masks
but
I prefer the ones I am wearing now
against the virus
for
my expressions are no longer visible
and
the freedom to be me
is liberating
summer storm
the animals come to know of it
much before us
creased sheets
and your scent
a memoir of
the night gone by
creased sheets
and your scent
a memoir of
the night gone by
creased sheets
and your scent
a memoir of
the night gone by
started as lovers
became best friends
not a bad deal
cows on the street
dogs on car roofs, birds flying free
animals enjoying the pandemic
our love
is what dreams are made of
broken but beautiful
you are always there
all around me, looking out for me
I can feel you dad
the mild snoring of my Lhasa
the white noise of the air-con
a perfect summer siesta
