Like fresh breaths and cinnamon aroma
I wrapped your almond curve of palms,
preserving it into my oceanic eyes
Monsoon lilies. Iterative Petrichors.
I swallowed your words,an Orion of kisses

Only to know you will chop the slices of apple,
bit by bit
Smudging the sweetness, smudging the rhythms,
smudging my dreams.


    1. Familiar betrayal. Regretful sacrifices. Live’s of us human’s aren’t much different.
      It’s really an art to end a poem like this where hope is snatched but you still feel there is always something to live for.
      Short and sweet work Devika. Loved It πŸ™‚

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    2. Wow! What a beautiful use of juxtaposition in stanzas. The set-up in all that love in the first lines is destroyed by the realization that it’s a ruse, perhaps, and that the person is only out to cut you into bits. Love the analogies and imagery.

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