Night is a pillow
on which I rest, just
to wake up dead in your arms
like a moth living for seven hours
I see a whole world sinking in your hair
getting curled and rolling down like a child
with fragments of air melting down as minutes!
I pick a rafflesia
out of all the flowers
cover us in its transparency
get soaked in the blood of others
who watched us to get separated forever,
it is cruel I know but I said I’m cruel, I cut nights
to have you between its pieces, there’s too much crowd!
Feeble individuals
made our home today
they built a frost to have us
drugged with a chill right in a veil,
a billion year old moon burns our candle
it melts on our curves, sizzles the platform
on which I dance on your signature edged for me!
You pick a cocoa
brown my lips by killing it
I taste it draped on your fingers
it is a Paris I sense, a cloned place
where tea is an excuse, dinner is a time
to be erotic like a poem, melt like a butter
and smell like the soil does after a wild shower!
We sleep like cats
fight like dogs, rest like sloth,
walk like bohemians, get chiseled
in some zone where we’re of no one,
dissolved in a singularity two maddened
by the world, you compose new testaments
where there’s written, “tangled like time to infinity”.
Topics : Poems
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