You, My Love by Aparna Sanyal

You, My Love

You smell
Of Friday, fishbones and fenugreek
Fermented mustard, cumin, a dash of cayenne pepper
Overlaid polished pebbles, toughening gleaming, oiled leather

You feel
Like motor oil, grit under fingernails
Sawdust and grease layer soft skin
Folds of it speckle with sweat pheromonal
Sweet, sour, electric, multi-tonal

You pulse
Chaotic jazz, a drumbeat feral
A war gong atavistic, jumping fences
Galloping stallion, wild, majestic
Push past all notional defenses

You taste
Like nibbling things
cherries and dried salt sweet cranberries
Chocolate darker than my dyed soul
Mixed milk and saffron in a honeyed bowl

For you, my love
No aphorism or apothegm would, could ever suffice
The layers of you from day to night
Beggar definition by wont of will
My every-flavored morning, afternoon, nightly pill

by Aparna Sanyal

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Editor’s Note: The imagery in this poem functions as a series of metaphors for love, because some emotions can only be fully described via comparison (and often even that is not enough).


4 responses to “You, My Love by Aparna Sanyal”

  1. sarahrussellpoetry Avatar

    What a succulent love poem this is. Had to save it to my favorites (and wish I knew him…) 🙂

    1. Aparna Sanyal Avatar

      Thank you so much Ms. Russell! Im flattered! And the ‘he’
      in my poems is always my ever suffering husband 🙂

  2. Ryan Stone Avatar
    1. Aparna Sanyal Avatar

      Thank you so much!

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