#055

la lune disappeared-
i faltered till you found me
nursing a pomegranate lip

because monsoon was home
i could make you no promise but
you stole my first kiss and

it looked so right then
asking you to leave your bride
for all the light i offered

because you were darkness
i choked my glowworms-
and dawn was forgotten in your eyes

©Mohana Das

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13 thoughts on “#055

  1. It’s spare in the good sense, the wit of brevity as opposed to being incomplete. The repetition of the loss of the light–indirectly stated in the first stanza, directly in the final stanza–is a nice device. Short, tight, yet very evocative.

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