Midsummer’s mad song

How many times do I need to die
to keep you awake?
A figure of wax evolves and quietly speaks your name to me.
Your tangerine lips,
a lump of sugar and clove
all dissolved in my ears.

What is your language of love?
You reach my body with chemicals gushing
until the body shatters beyond a dot of oblivion.
I part in five thousand ways,
so vivid and distinct,
A chalice of fiction and midsummer’s song.

Darling,
I breathe you like a ghost now.
With a thermometer put on my bosom
and eyes chanting your name forever.


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41 thoughts on “Midsummer’s mad song

  1. Yes to this:

    “I part in five thousand ways,
    so vivid and distinct,
    A chalice of fiction and midsummer’s song.

    Darling,
    I breathe you like a ghost now.
    With a thermometer put on my bosom
    and eyes chanting your name forever.”

    There is so much strength in the above lines. This is chock full of passion, want, a little bit of demand, and is a damn good poem, Devika.

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