• Two Poems



    if i could climb your body now
    will you still remember the warmth
    of my eager hands and impulsive lips?

    will you be the same woman
    who came to me with ardent desire?
    this is not the same room where i
    first uttered your name

    the bed is unkempt from sleepless nights
    of waiting and there is a blue moon outside
    i can only articulate the inaudible
    minute explosions inside myself

    and i heartgrief in the night
    like a pulsar losing its rhythmic pulse
    isolated from its binary self

    i am certain you left a discernible
    trace of your gaze somewhere where
    my heart could asphyxiate or burst
    into smouldering embers

    i have always been a primordial flame
    my primal desire is to drift on and on
    your fertile crescent

    but then i could only be lucid dreaming

    * * *


    “My creed is love and you are its only tenet.” –John Keats

    whatever words a heartbeat translates
    within every one point two seconds
    that is my faith stronger
    than my capacity
    to believe

    my heart is
    a shape-shifting
    flame: a lotus or a rose
    that will devour any lambent sun
    it knows its own tenderness and pain
    come to me sans counting the days or
    configuring a conceptual metaphor
    come to me in your barest
    essential syllable

    here i am
    here will i be
    neither words nor poetry
    our reality: space and distance this
    longing too for your circummortal pride
    how i pine for you with delirious desire
    the rivulets of your locks enmeshed
    between my clumsy fingers and
    the liquefaction of your
    lips on mine

    i’ll plunge
    myself deep into you
    in fire and blood of the august sun
    be enraptured into your heaving vibrations
    ‘til i am enclosed and sheathed in via lacteal


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