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Predisposing

Predisposing*


Pipiku memerah tatkala kau menempelkan sepasang pipimu bergantian

Ada lubang yang dangkal namun melengkung, membikin senyummu menjadi rahasia paling manis di tahun ini

Aku berkelana, menyisir hutan yang melingkari alismu

Angin yang sejuk turun dari kelopak mata, mendesir di sela-sela penglihatan yang belum juga mengabur bahkan ketika kantuk menjadi bahasa untuk semua cinta

 

Tak ada buah yang matang di usia kita ketika memasuki musim panen

Buah yang merah pernah merekah di lipatan bibirmu, manis dan basah

Daun yang hijau terlambat menguning dan gugur menuruni lipatan yang sempit di dada

Meski telah kau kubur berbagai musim dalam setahun penuh di perutmu, kenangan yang menyalakan api di sekitar perkemahan malam hari

terus terang, menjaga sumbu yang kecil di ujung jari, memercikkan bisikan-bisikan mungil hingga mengalir di sepanjang kolam kehidupan

Ucapmu, airnya bermuara ke nadi, jalur yang lebih panjang dari lintasan ekspor impor

 

Maka, di hari-hari yang terasa singkat

Aku biarkan kedua kakiku berlari menyusuri tanah lapang yang menganga di punggungmu

Sesekali aku berjalan, memandangi kebun yang tidak bergantung pada matahari

Porosnya begitu besar, berputar di sekeliling paha juga lututmu

Awan datang beriringan, bergumpal dengan malu, tapi aku masih bisa meraihnya,

mengibaskannya satu-persatu hingga terpencar

Bila awan itu tak sengaja terpelanting di sekitar mata kaki, lantas kerinduan akan mengantarku kembali

menyusuri yang kekal di atas tubuhmu: hutan dan kenangan, keabadian yang melekat pada serat-serat pohon, akarnya mengincar detak jantungmu, menguliti kemelekatan untuk pulang ke pangkuan

Kehangatan mengkristal tatkala kau tabur dengan begitu lembut benihnya di atas semua sentuhan 


Jakarta, 2024


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