Poetry 2013 Shortlist, Priyanka Roy Banerjee

Dewfall

I want to be love,
caressing them like snowflakes
on a new year eve.
I want to be
the darkish blood, gushing
on a smooth plateau of skin.

I want to be
the pure white of surf, rushing
back and forth my soul.

I want to be
the shimmering wall of rain,
tap-dancing on our terrace.

I want to be
the linger of lemon leaves,
after they’re crushed and deserted.
I want to be love,
and every other thing
that could be love.