Divya Singh - Transcribing

I smoke my cigars, in the wind,
Hoping to run into her,
Her eyes and her breasts;
Everything of her.
Hoping to blend into her,
Survive her,
Transcribe her,
I move my ways about her,
Carelessly, I transcribe her.

Her name is there on my arm,
Only it is not visible to you,
It is as invisible as I am to you,
Or as invincible as I,
And maybe that is why,
You choose to not recognize it
For what it is;
My love for her is all kinds of wrong,
Of course, it is,
If I love myself, or I love another,
It kills you that a woman can have
An existence, unbound by you;
It makes your hair prickle
To think that I may survive by you,
Without you,
Despite you.

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