LIGHT DRIPS

Everyone leaves
- With broken bones
Because your limbs are sticks
And your eyes are stones.

 But when you smile light drips
- From the corners of your lips.
And the edges of your fingertips
When you hold my hips.

So wake up
To your mother's plaintive coos
Put on your shiny black shoes
Forget about school-morning blues
And come meet me.

ILLUSTRATION: ZOHEB MASHIUR