“I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean…”
— Anne Sexton
Sometimes words run dry
desire doesn't let
any other word
fit my goose-bump skin
my heart is ice
my veins on fire
the palace of memories
crumbles
I think of jigsaws
and half-globes
do they fit?
like you in me
and I imagine eyes
hands, thighs, feet
you falling sunshine
I a patch of sleet!
“you falling sunshine
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Beautiful imagery, Pooja.
Thanks a lot Vinitha!
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