I made love to you one night
and came back feeling as beaten
as the bus I sat in.
I held on to the frayed seat,
stared out the window,
and felt my fingers numb.

Hidden away like a sin,
I wait for you.
Come, suck the sweetness out of me.
Drink me, be sated.

Today you celebrate your anniversary,
and my weakness.

Janani Vijayakumar is a poet and author from Bangalore, India.

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