An intense love poem by Lopamudra.
Crush me like old dust
between your palms,
Let me burn in sulphur flames
amid those burning grains.
I want to die,
the last humdrum embers.
As you scratch my skin
to purge the hostile juices,
You remind me of childhood
and make-believe clichés.
Let me be the scab, the bitch,
As you press your palms against mine.
Catch me in a forbidden corner,
licking my eyes’ wax,
My hunger, as I read out to you
my poetry and quirks.
From one world to the next, I hold you
In burning breath
and the whimsies of fairy tales.
My sunflower and iris, my ocean and sky
Prostrated at your feet,
my imperfect, tilted world
A selective oblivion.
©Lopamudra Banerjee
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Lopamudra Banerjee is a multi-talented author, poet, translator, and editor with eight published books and six anthologies in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. She has been a featured poet at Rice University, Houston (2019), ‘Life in Quarantine’, the Digital Humanities Archive of Stanford University, USA. Her recent translations include ‘Bakul Katha: Tale of the Emancipated Woman’ and ‘The Bard and his Sister-in-law’.
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