What is in a name?
In a colour, a sound.
A face, a cry, a soft
Indian lullaby.
My skin
Caramel.
You, a milky dream,
float far away from me.
Can my
"exotic","exciting","different"
self be okay
For you?
I am Alien
to the glass-glaze
eyes
bleeding blue
into mine.
Mine dark deep
Soul of the East.
We can never be
Can we?
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