
Debdatta Saha
Waiting for a Name, any Name

Every night, she seeks
A reason to stay.
I turn my face
So that she can't see the red
Reaching the tips of my burning skin, my ears
Surround themselves with arbitrary music
Plucked from vinyl records
She once chose out for me.
Every night she seeks
A reason to stay.
I reply that I need to go
Only if it is to keep coming back.
Every night she seeks
A reason to stay.
She sleep talks of forbidden times
Of needs, warmth and gentle fingers.
Every night, she seeks
A reason to stay.
And every night, I give in.