Diurnal Musings(NaPoWriMo 2016 Anthology)

#4: On Saying Things

Moist watermelon lips part like friends who
Never enjoyed each other's company, no
Looking back, no hesitant lingering;
They enunciate with diction clearer than dew
Dancing on leaves dressed up as santa's elves
And structure their sentences like the careful
Planning of a bedroom architect with lego,
Building baroque skyscrapers out of plastic:
They pronounce words, flowing like summer air
On a hilltop sprinkled over with chartreuse sugar
Crystals- words that follow the chirp of crickets:
Stridulating louder and faster, pushed on by the
Amalgamating chirping of other crickets repeating
The same syllables over and over like little,
Oblivious children told to repeat their teachers'
Words; and I foolishly fall into their lure like
Ahalya fell to Indra(*), a snake charmed by the
Movement of its charmer; my dry, brick-lips
Begin rupture like pipes unable to hold their
Water and the blood slides across their surface
To give an even coating like strawberry skin
And so my lips, perfectly glazed over with
Bitter, red caramel follow the others, adding
Another drop to the never-ending pitter-patter.

*Indra is the Hindu God-king who seduced Ahalya under the disguise of Ahalya's husband.