A blank is waiting to get painted,
a bank shimmers with slimes and silt.
I have waited for you;
liquid caresses, and the kisses
of ether, and fires of cloud.
Sometimes, I make things
melt. The universe contorts with
pleasure, we go soft
like the gnarled underground
of a rainforest.
The trees are my limbs, sky is
my void. The rain is my
liquid self, anti-gravitating to naught.
Sudeep Adhikari, from Kathmandu Nepal, is professionally a PhD in Structural-Engineering. His poetry has found place in many online/print literary journals/magazines, the recent being Red Fez (USA), Kyoto (Japan), Devolution Z (Canada), Pinyon Review (USA) and Your One Phone Call (Wales).
