Bhang and Renge

Between Breath and Thought A second poetic collection for Bhang & Renge I. First Contact Before your hands,there was the idea of your hands. They crossed my thoughtswith the delicacy of somethingthat knows it will arrivebut chooses not to rush. Desire, I learned,is patience with intention. II. The Weight of Looking You looked at meas if time had leaned forward. Nothing happened.That was the moment. Some gazesdo not ask permission—they simply stayuntil the body understands. III. Quiet Heat There is a heatthat does not sweat,does not shout,does not demand. It settles low in the chest,steady,like a truththat no longer needs proof. That is how I want you. IV. Almost We did not cross the line.That was the miracle. The almostheld us betterthan the act ever could. There are distancesso charged with meaningthat closing themwould feel like a loss. V. Thought Undressing Itself I undressed the thought of youslowly. An idea here,a hesitation there,until nothing remainedbut attention. The mind, too,has its wayof becoming naked. VI. Staying You stayedin the pause after words. Not filling it.Not escaping it. And I understood then:desire matureswhen no one is afraidof silence. VII. What We Do Not Name Let us not name this. Names hurry things.They trap. What lives between usneeds space—to breathe,to evolve,to choose itself each day. And that choiceis the most intimate gestureI know.

Cartography of a Conscious Desire A poetic collection for Bhang & Renge I. Geography of Desire I think of youthe way one thinks of a city at dusk:not by its streets,but by the light still breathing in its windows. I don’t touch you.I sense you.And in that precise distancemy desire learns to say your namewithout breaking it. II. The Language of Skin There is a languagethat isn’t written with lettersnor spoken by the mouth. It is learnedwhen your breathingloses its order near mineand the world, for a moment,forgets its grammar. III. Erotic Thought It isn’t your bodythat I desire first. It is the idea of your bodycrossing my mindlike a questionI do not want answered. After that,everything elseis consequence. IV. Slowness I like to imagine you slowly.Desire does not run:it walks. It sits,observes,waits for the pulse to become honest. And then,only then,it burns. V. Intimacy There is a kind of nakednessthat does not remove clothes. It beginswhen someone stayseven though they could leave. That is where the erotic begins.That is where love begins. VI. Your Absence Also Touches When you are not heremy body does not shut down. It thinks.It remembers.It rehearses gestures that never happened. There are absencesthat caress betterthan many hands. VII. Bhang & Renge Between your world and minethere is no border:there is translation. You read me in silence.I write you in waiting. And so,without grand promises,we desire each otherlike those who guard a flamethat does not wish to burn the night.