dear midnight-
you’re silver-skinned and
everything else is colorlessness.

i never wrote to that pale-faced boy
again. but he still thinks of me-
a watermark on the left side
of the bed. the last face to
see each night. and his mouth
is the perfect red of a kiss

even now, when your moon is
an inversion, eyeing with fear
her cratered face as clouds crash
like waves. yes, our seas have long drowned.

we did leave each other no trace.

©Mohana Das

Linked to D’verse OLN


11 thoughts on “#092

  1. I am just a big fan of your poetry. It moves me emotionally before I even try to take it in intellectually. And that is, for me, what poetry should do. You inspire me! Thank you!

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