Sita
By Laremy Lee
(I)
I dealt him a hand
that brought colour to his cheeks.
The audacity.
(II)
Namaste; for love,
He will walk a burning mile
And five hundred more.
(III)
The sun, red embers.
Said he, taking hold her hand,
“I trust you, sweetheart.”
First published in Wong, C., ed. The Substation Love Letters Project 2013/2014. Web. Oct 2013.