UNTITLED LOVE
I catch myself only when I lose myself in you, completely. There is no half measure in my love and what I am supposed to be. I don't say it, you don't know it. That is how it is and that is how it will be. I will just keep doing good to you and for you, until one day when my lungs give up. And that day I will lose myself into you all over again, and as I lose my breath, I know you will catch it for me and yes, I will hymn to you, and as my life dances into the torn pieces of confetti, I know every piece, every colour, will have you. This is the way it is, this is the way it has always been. I am you, I have always been you.
I make love to you when you fuck me, and the camp fire always burns too close, for it knows the cold in you for me. I have replaced your hands for whiskey, your lips for memories and the night stand, the doorstep, the night lamp, they all weep for me. You are my one night's worth of warm, when I dream of that night to be the whole of my life. And the lie that I live is because the truth is far away from reality and what ever it might be, it is never you. And you are never me, you have never been me.
—Akif Kichloo, Untitled Love
Source: akifkichloo.com