A sweet cloud of cotton candy descended
Upon us like the sticky steam from a sauna
Bath; gently the wisps of sugar curled around
Our free, rotund figures, prying its fingers
Into cavities and grazing its elbows against
The layered crevices and eroded escarpments-
Quietly we accepted it's protrusion like a sanskritik naari(*);
Softly it's threads burnt against the heat
Of our skin-- heat stolen from the
laal jhanda(^) minions stuck in the fluid
Local Transit of plasma on tarred roads.
Soon, the sucrose shed it's guise and an
Ugly caterpillar broke out from the butterfly's
Cocoon and crept around leaving trails
Of its bitter, caramel excrement camouflaged
Against my historically ironic complexion-
And I so sweetly smelt your nose-hairs dreaming
The same dreams I was taught to be an
Attribute to, and so I fell into the flight of our
Silent, sweaty, secret, little rendezvous.
*sanskritik naari means 'traditional woman' or 'cultural woman'.
^ laal jhanda means red-flagged, a reference to the progressive communist forces in India.
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Diurnal Musings(NaPoWriMo 2016 Anthology)
PoetryA collection of poems on simple, daily experiences, emotions and moods. Poet blog: MotleyMarginalia.WordPress.com
