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Pyjamas

I wrote this poem sometime back. It remains one of my favourite. Poems don’t need to make much sense. Sometimes you write poems because you have to, because the moment will never forgive you if you don’t…


Pyjamas

I saw you in your pyjamas
the other night. I should have lifted the duvet
and invited you into bed.

You would have said no 
but the place would not have felt so empty 
all the same.

It is the story I want, and your body
with its plot twists, characters, 
its controlled narrative.

It was all there, bound in cosiness
a short reach away. I should have lifted the duvet
and invited you into bed.

The landscape will have changed, 
but your eyes have not, I like myself in them
I am a poet in your world.

I saw you in your pyjamas
the other night. I hope I was a mirror
for you and you saw

how much you are loved, how much 
you are desired, how much you make me happy
just to look at you in your pyjamas with me
this side of mine. 

Maybe that’s where the story ends
each to our own pyjamas.

If it is, I just want (not) to say
I’m okay with that. I would have you in my view
forever. It will always be enough.

  



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