and i am tracing the spaces
your lips covered/caricatured
on my sunshine skin —
my lips blooming&bursting
this spring of lust, bereft of stars,
while i look for my own loss
in the dark.
the roads are endless in this city
of loss,
but my beginning is its own end.
where do i go to seek the poetry
of things? how can i ever
make this night last?
.
© Anmol Arora
Day 4
(Inter)National Poetry Month
Hot, erotic, heartbreaking, and dark — a delicious combination.
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This is beautiful, Anmol. Longing and the imprint of kisses past.
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I love the lines “the roads are endless in this city
of loss, but my beginning is its own end.” Powerful words!
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night
is an endless road
blooming&bursting
on your sunshine skin…
Na, this one didn’t impress me at all.. Damn! Anmol! You cut like a knife..
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