Lines of Control

Posted on one side, and the other
Of the border, we are soldiers,
Guarding this Line of Control.
Insurgent love strove
To infiltrate the heart
Of your territory,
But sometimes you shot it down,
And sometimes, I shot it myself,
Afraid that you would catch it,
And be merely indifferent. 

We will never cross
this invisible edge;
The sea can manage 
to kiss the shore, 
though it retreat once more,
But we,
We will never be able
To taste us tremble.