A Style of Loving, Vikram Seth

[toujours_nigel]

Light now restricts itself
To the top half of trees;
The angled sun
Slants honey-coloured rays
That lessen to the ground
As we bike through
The corridor of Palm Drive
We two

Have reached a safety the years
Can claim to have created:
Unconsumated, therefore
Unjaded, unsated.
Picnic, movie, ice-cream;
Talk; to clear my head
Hot buttered rum - coffee for you;
And so not to bed

And so we have set the question
Aside, gently.
Were we to become lovers
Where would our best friends be?
You do not wish, nor I
To risk again
This savoured light for noon's
High joy or pain.

Comments

[brainwane]

Oh this is wonderful. Thank you.

[breathedout]

Wow, I'm not sure I've EVER seen a poem about this dynamic before! I really love it.

(Incidentally, Seth came up in the Siddharth Dube memoir I was just reading; apparently they went to the same traumatic prep school, though Seth graduated before Dube started, and later became friends & co-activists.)