Tell me, when you fell in love -
did you wear a skin tight skirt
made of satin, tripping magazine
pages and cloudy letters;
Coruscating eyes and braids
of truth, his fingers -
aching to trace your skin,
leaving the stars behind
just to make new for you.
Guitars and violins of your poetry
and voice swimming in your veins -
A hurricane lady, a moment caught
in your throat, millions of bruises.
Funny, how you fell in love -
just to break again;
just to taste like cigarettes again -
but this time your backless dress
was for streets, under yellow lights.
Watch the roses cling to you -
like a disease, hanging around your neck.
Your mother said, wine is not the answer
but she didn't know you had tasted ichor -
letting the god pierce his saliva
on your waist -
So how come, you still say you're in love?
~Sampurna
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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...
