Brief Reunion

I could wish

that I had not

seen him again.

Three weeks since we first parted;

I stole a day to spend in the lush

pleasure of his smile and

skin and lips touching my forehead

and fond protestations; only bliss

one would think, and yet

it was not quite as I remembered, so

where before there was the

firm assurance of love a

twisting tiny canker now hides,

born from no word nor deed I

can pin a name to, but there

nonetheless and I cannot help

but wonder if I noticed something

true without understanding…

if so, I’d almost rather have the lies.


M.A. Mohanraj

September 11, 1996