Fifty-Two

Compassion I

we joke about eating mindfully as we spill our tongues 

over buttered garlic naan, teeth melting through soft white paneer cubes

mindfully, i am not joking

when i look into your eyes, pure as the mountains

just washed with the rains,

blue shades sloping in angular beauty,

i taste the words your mouth churns out like dewdrops or

crystal clear gems crashing in this magnificent silence

mindfully, i smile deep and love your face and

the beating of your heart next to mine

in this sea of heartbeats in which we sometimes swim