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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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

41 thoughts on “Midsummer’s mad song”

  2. 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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  6. When you cast such a tightly weaved net of such …..beautiful…. I surrender willingly…. my emotions all like a floundering fish, eyes deep and grateful ❤️

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