The Metropolitan Museum and After

The Metropolitan Museum and After

http://www.thedailystar.net/forum/2007/october/lit.htm

Why couldn't we meet at the Met
Under Aurangzeb's dream in the Asian gallery,
Before the Persian river from your eyes
Devoured me a like a forbidden vortex
Numbing my Victorian immigrant senses.

We both miserably pretended that
The thunder between our well-demarcated worlds
Did not pull us together
Like a blackhole beyond every pedestrian's view,

Before we slided
Into the zero gravity of
Early quiet morning in the Central Park

And Until you suffocated me
With your hair and Tabooless glances,
even after the empty glasses
Stood silently on the crowded coffee table
Like obedient soldiers.