An intense love poem by Lopamudra.
Crush me like old dust
between your palms,
Let me burn in sulphur flames
amid those burning grains.
I want to die,
the last humdrum embers.
As you scratch my skin
to purge the hostile juices,
You remind me of childhood
and make-believe clichés.
Let me be the scab, the bitch,
As you press your palms against mine.
Catch me in a forbidden corner,
licking my eyes’ wax,
My hunger, as I read out to you
my poetry and quirks.
From one world to the next, I hold you
In burning breath
and the whimsies of fairy tales.
My sunflower and iris, my ocean and sky
Prostrated at your feet,
my imperfect, tilted world
A selective oblivion.
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Lopamudra Banerjee is a writer based in Dallas, USA. She is the co-editor of ‘Defiant Dreams: Tales of Everyday Divas’, published in collaboration with Incredible Women of India and Readomania. Her unpublished memoir Thwarted Escape has been First Place Category Winner at the Journey Awards 2014 hosted by Chanticleer Reviews. Her English translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s novella The Broken Home has been serially published at Café Dissensus. She is also an editor of Learning and Creativity.
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