Swargaraj Bhowmik

"Half of your face was stolen by the night

The moon liked your eyes so much that

She swallowed them whole

The stars liked your skin

The way it catches the light

So much that they stole it to use as a blanket

I liked your bottom lip so much that

I whispered a soft lullaby to it in between your steady breaths

You aren't mine but the evening air is still jealous

I kiss you like you are monumental because you are

The night kisses you like you are monumental

Because she is inside your head"