Friday, 7 April 2017

Tinder Tales

We traced lanes of kama's sugarcane field 
Smoke rose like gossip over broken desire
But our charred lips held no spark of fire 

We went looking for gods, where idols were sold 
Not a leaf stirred in that weather of wet despair 
But the valley was full of voices from nowhere

We cried out to love in words held and holed,
In miles of darkened ochre-female islands,
But no rains fell to soothe that searing silence

We wept on ruins of stories that were all but healed
Your scarlet wounds lept alive from my perfume
Carried across lifetimes of a deadly gloom

Swipe left, go on try on a few more of those nights, airports, daydreams of snowfalls and love bites 
Dear space between those unseen wounds, 
May you touch us once, just right?


 

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