A Style of Loving

Light now restricts itself
To the top half of trees;
The angles sun
Slants honey-colored rays
That lessen to the ground
As we bike through
The corridor of Palm Drive
We two

Have reached a safety the years
Can claim to have created;
Unconsummated, therefore
unjaded, unsated.
Picnic, movie, ice cream;
Talk; to clear my head
Hot-buttered rum – coffee for you;
And so not to bed.

And so we have set the question
Aside, gently.
Were we to become lovers
Where would our best friends be?
You do not wish, nor I
To risk again
This savored light for noon’s
High joy or pain.

– Vikram Seth.

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