bliss station ~ poetry

a guide to lighthouses

the closest
I've been to becoming
a lighthouse
is when a firefly stumbled
into my wet mouth devoid
of planetary bodies
strength of sand mares
but full of sores I swallow
strepsils like a setting sun -

the second closest
I've been is when
the fireball avatar
of desire
climbed my body
like a lighthouse-keeper
climbs his temple
& looks bright towards the sea
through my eyes
I was glowing -

now
I am yet to measure
the distance to the lighthouse
from it
solitary on a rock but dark
constellated questions in the shape
of questions -
at least I think I am
the closest I've ever been
to understanding
what a lighthouse really
means.

~Ajay
19/9/2019