He was there in my garden,
his eyes like a hawk -
skin raw and torn, filled with
cracked mirrors reflecting thoughts
of the gods in broken churches.
That day, his lips like a supernova
on my mine and his fingers,
clenched around my veil.
So many came to him for aid
and he gave them nectar,
and himself, poison.
We vowed of so much and
did so much more -
I had the taste of his
medicines on my tongue and
the blood of his arteries in my veins.
Sinning almost in very icecream stall,
low even on hills and arguing on
walnuts; smiling like syrups.
Hurting with blades,
giving some life and me love.
He was my doctor,
and I, his patient.
Drowning yet holding on.
Sun on nights;
stars on days.
~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...
