You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Monday, April 27, 2009


i have thought not to wash it
let my corset be haunted by
your sweat...

i haven't washed my lips yet
and starving since that day
i dont want the stain of your saliva
to smudge
and the lashes of your hungry tongue..

and pastels over my throat
and down the bird's nest...
i feel i am growing within
from a waste to identity...


Cody QP said...

senorita...this should pass the censor board! hehe
The first stanza do the wonders...
So does the second and final..

That's my SIS _\m/ YO!!

little boxes said...

Beautiful imagery...nice transition of words

Apoorva Dixit said...