Hey, was it home or
just another neon room
where you took off skirts?
You father was drowning in
a beach but you were tracing
tides that burned off the seashore.
Anatomy like that wooden
science classes but acids
in your marriage;
Your father had tried to aid you,
with golden paintings and
the sand on which your mom wrote
poems, where her world went quite.
Your maid, made pancakes so sweet
but they were of rusted bones of your past.
Spoke to you, that scientist melting away
as the silvery cup of mud drenched in
snakes slipped away.
Of all skins you have licked,
tell me darling which one's taste your
heart aches for - for which it has gone hollow?
Monarchs staining your mother's
words as you stay hidden in that valley,
with me against that church wall.
Metaphors and retro pictures,
still made you cry and me -
still made you look at rain and
refract love that like the one of movies.
~Sampurna
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Ink And Echoes
Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
