#080

one hundred nine
nine- you skip the next-
cough, sleepless

the night pours outside
scattering aztec words
in stars of water

i unwrap warmth
off me, wrap you in
listen to your heart, count.

below the sea furiously
plucks off her salt skin-
scent of the drowned

©Mohana Das

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