#052

we hold hands, the sky is a window overhead
there are fireworks, embers
spiraling down to the Ganges-
midnight glass unruffled, stainless, we
dip bare feet in the warmth of ebb tides.

there is the moon, and virgin stars
silence soothes my skin, we have never been this close
melting in the calm tremble of breathes-
wintry night an endless blue,
and my tongue is a nervous poesy.

i have loved you for seven long years,
waited every hour with unflinching hope, and
then tonight you close in the miles-
amber eyes an impatient hue,
and i’m famished for want of bliss.

the world is infinite right now
just hear my heart beat,
my eyes are a burst of desert rain-
inopportune chords, immaculate throbs
and i’m a girl i never knew did exist.

©Mohana Das

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10 thoughts on “#052

  1. I especially love these:

    “my tongue is a nervous poesy”

    “my eyes are a burst of desert rain-
    inopportune chords, immaculate throbs
    and i’m a girl i never knew did exist”

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