are you still stinking of me from that
passion’s night and does that tongue bleed
my bite? are you lost in the ocean of my fluids
and drowning in quicksand seeking breath?
the crumpled sheets of our unpoised fecundities
are on the other side of the universe
and you are a child lost in the folds
the paths of sunken debris and moist waves
the veins have somehow exchanged our bruises
and a me-you cuts on the river of placid voids

are you still counting the moves of our carnal bends
like the stormkissed edges sweeping thoughts?
the tryst has stolen our paths of destiny
unwrapping unknowingness withering tomorrows
treads heavy like the soiled waited breath and
you write the words of passion lost and
we etch our souls on stones of silenced emotions
I write on yours and you on mine
as we trade fantasies on rusted frescoes
on the walls that bind our worldly synchronicity

yet we have us still on the shaken bridge
unfolding time

 

*****

 

 

Copyright - Saberi Roy, October 13, 2007