lights on this orange body,
this wood is a proof
my mouth is a squid,
hanging to catch your wet breath.
a fainting memory eats me.
for i am a sucker of bones & heart.
this is a spot of us, darling,
the summery grass of love-making.
i bite my scorched lips,
i bite my tongue to feel your departure,
and i feel hollow as a black spot.
a trajectory of million dreams.
stilness often wraps my swollen body,
and flicks my elongated neck,
until i eat your face, simple & molten.
i am that vase, half- lived.
half floating and it sucks to be like that.
These lines, mahogany smell
Orchid base— prediction,flavour.
A loose arm of sky swings
inside my bowl of emptiness.
The colours dim and the henna evaporates
It criss crosses my legs and eats up my entire body
A parasite. A swollen body.
I walk in the room and the razor cuts sharpen
Folds and pattern twists the softness
and corrodes the dewiness.
A slice of Death iterates here,
Something still at pause ( no gerund, no punctuation)
I think again
about this life,
I walk again
in the pits of life.
I am a liquid naphthalene ball.
Round and white. Evaporating each day.
thriving from square to square.