Saturday, October 20, 2012

Calendula layers-



You told me
your heart was broken too
that you can paint your story 
in a few powerful strokes
for the details matter, no more.

You said, there was a fire that incinerated 
your emotions leaving you to bleed
that I can have your body
never your soul

That you are a metaphorical sun-kissed sandpit, 
and what is humane in you is lying naked here
and you no more write
as screams are neither prose nor poetry

.
I tried looking at you
as the girl with a thousand blisters
and all I could see, 
were
your cranberry lips
and silent eyes, 
pleading
to be made love to
even more.

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