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his Love's sanity

It’s when her summers fade to oblivion
That her ashtray smokes serpent curves over her desk.


She goes handpicking
edged sandstones
from the side walks
of a blurred out shore line
Where in between
pavements tarred
You find cat fur
Sprouting bush garden
of discolored golden threads.


The spider that fell on to her water jug
Birthed, drowning a generation.
The crystal jug she threw away
had a womb cuddled
Wherein a snake crawled deep
In to the burning darkness
Of steaming wax sealed rapture
To mate her in a she-dream.


Gliding lust spread on to her skin, bare
Like seaweeds on ocean bed
Leaving patch marks of red earth
Dry and torn.


She is insane, a damn sadist
In her ways of love
Says her man over her jerking thoughts
Handcuffed on to a single man


Her love curled down
Like her plaited hair
Forming strands of love
Clipped in between
For an authentic base
That she lost to her dream.


The other one
With whom she shared her cell
Called her sanity chained,
a would be saint. She says,
That’s why flies circle her for a halo
And…

Zombie Trap

He seems like a piece of paper
On which she scraps endlessly
Her ways of cunning loves.


He is scribbled over and again,
Every night.
Only to be crossed,
Scratched and binned
Until blue bleeds from torn ends
Over the silver sky.


Letters, ominous night owls
Gaze, like night fire
Piercing skins of ash.


She draws his veins
And tag it zigzag
As a spider web
To swing in oblivion
Across pulses slayed


Her love is marked
As red dots virgin
Droplets sinking
In moonlight ripples


Red oozed out
Of his neck lines deep
Inkish blue,
Her snow white bedspread.


His love is found lost
Like overgrown graveyards
Where flowers bloom from
Heavens decayed.


They found him dead
At the staircase corner
Passion bitten
With neck marks deep.
Blooming white
In her vampire lust.


Fluidache

I


My mother said,
She bought me
From a fisherwoman.


She let me go
For a bag of ice
For those lifeless gaze
Openmouthed
Staring out of silver scales.


II


Her skin smelled salt
At late midnights
When gulls made love
And serpents crawled
Over mermaid lust.


His shadow paused
For an after smoke
To let in deep sea fogs
Of oceanic lunacy


The sea seemed heavy
Over her naked body
Draining her veins
Of its fluidic essence.


Crossing decades
For a chosen grave
She shed her skin
For silver scales


To be born again
Through his piercing nails.