A kiss on the wrist by Shrutee Choudhary


on the night
of our first
you gave me
a kiss
not on my
cheeks or my
hand or lips

you kissed me
on my wrist

I frowned as
you dabbed it
softly, as if
to erase it

you made me
frown a lot
because of all
the unusual things
you did
but then again
you made me
because of them

a few days
later, I asked
you why

and you said
you wanted to
feel as close
to me as

“then why not
the lips,” I asked

“because it’s not
close enough”
you said

“I wanted to
feel your pulsating
the very life
that runs through
your veins
like the wilderness
inside is the
very reason
you exist
so bold and true”

“I wanted to
touch you
where you are
the most you.”

Shrutee Choudhary