In the sky.

we look at the same clouds.
the same loose hanging blue tint of our elbow.
we sniff the same sky,
the paper balls of dreams.
ah, it reminds me of your whole body.
a map cascading through your hairline to your hip.

a sky resides there too.
The water. The rain.
The crinkling sheets of staircase.
the steps that go mad.
mad/ inflated/ swing.

i often want to hold your breath
between my palms, a souvenir of Cupid’s.
or maybe preserve and turn in into a vintage burp.
oh yes, i can swallow this sky.
i can swallow you.
for we both are liquid,
between the squirming gasps.

there is a corner of Life.
up in the grey, lava, fat sky.
we shall meet like dust, like a sound.
like a pool of soft indentation.
up there.
in the sky.
between the
calamitous whiff and your black eyes.


37 thoughts on “In the sky.

  1. This poem reads to me like two lovers lying down and smoking together and making poetry out of the whiffs of the smoke. My fav lines “we shall meet like dust, like a sound.
    like a pool of soft indentation.
    up there.
    in the sky.” Beautiful words. Devika.

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  2. I thought the poem was its strongest here:

    “it reminds me of your whole body.
    a map cascading through your hairline to your hip.

    a sky resides there too.
    The water. The rain.
    The crinkling sheets of staircase.
    the steps that go mad.
    mad/ inflated/ swing.

    i often want to hold your breath
    between my palms, a souvenir of Cupid’s.”

    and the last line as well. Devika, this is magical and there is such vivid description throughout the poem. Very well done.

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