The wooden bench I had sat with you In a far corner of a long drawn night Remains still unseen Unheard Do you still remember We had talked of rivers riding a sky Promises surging on overhead electric lines And the tiny bird that sat on it for a long time I had kissed you so many times since then in the eyes of a time I had smelt you long the moist breath of a day sunk deep in your hair I love you still and the far ramparts of the fort We frequented always In a far corner of a long drawn night.
