It was on some fortunate day
that you decided to wrap your fingers
around a violin and weave
a composition on the month of May.
It has often kept me up
way past the midnight hour
and I have very nonchalantly hummed
all the licks and the riffs
that have lingered
in the back of my throat
like something extremely sour.
I don’t understand music like you did,
and probably never will
my beloved’s skin as she sits

Ramesh Dohan hails from the city of Toronto. He earned a BA from the University of British Columbia. His poetry often slips into quirky, tender, or profound observation on the everyday, reading and writing, and poetry itself. He has also seen his poetry published in several literary journals including Toronto Poetry Magazine (2020), Trouvaille Review (2021), Bosphorous Review of Books (2021), Bengaluru Review & Pine Cone Review (2021)