First published in Love Portions, in the February 2020 issue of Rogue - The Zine by Ratio Auream Publishers under the publications One Point Six One Eight Imprint. Available on Amazon&Kindle.
Ice melting in my glass,
Beside a tray of smoked cigarettes
Where nothing but the ashes remain,
Quite like this emptiness,
Which refuses to go away,
But that is fine by me.
It is in moments like this,
Where I find myself wandering,
Wading the depths of this mind;
But by dwelling on it nothing avails,
Nothing ever;
So I shift my gaze onto the moon.
It is waving to my tear-soaked eyes
That mourns the night’s impending demise.
The wind, my only respite!
From my window, it comes through
With ecstasy and desire racing through.
In the world, where my heart has turned cold,
Your face shakes marrows of my bones.
Within the dark shadows,
Your beauty shines through.
So come, my love!
Let’s surrender to our deepest desires!
As the night composes symphonies
Of our lonely despairs,
Injecting a sense of euphoria,
Seeping into our soul’s phantasmagoria,
It feels like it might tune out every wrong
And ease my heart of stone;
Even if for just a moment,
Even if lasts a few songs.
So come,
Come and hold me close!
As we wander alone like lost children,
Searching for solace within affection.
Let throws of satisfaction relinquish this agony
That is forever tugging at the sanctity of my sanity.
Let’s dream of moonlight kissing,
The kind that still the echoes of our aching song,
And disappear into this nothingness together,
Stay entrapped in each other’s arms for now,
If not forever.
I know,
I know that these moments are brief,
That this is perhaps,
Merely an erotic coupling
For those who dared and dreamed,
And that is fine by me.
Such little time
To hope, to wish, to dream
Sometimes it goes on forever,
Sometimes, in a flash, it’s gone!
And that is fine by me.
Perhaps, it's better this way.
Some words I can never say,
Lest my heart melts away.
I sometimes forget who you are,
And you keep forgetting my name,
And that is fine by me.
I can feel the tears
Hanging from the window of your soul
As you quietly slip into the night,
Leaving behind dreams yet to unfold,
And though it rips my heart,
It is fine by me.
So, let’s dance behind these shadows
And return to the sunshine unscathed,
Until that thing that urged our passions and lunacy
Becomes nothing more than a memory.
Even though my heart does despair;
My sweet, my love
Let me look upon your face once more,
Take you one kiss at a time,
And hold you in my arms tonight,
For I know
That we might never see each other again;
And that too is fine by me.
By Varsha Panikar
From their series, “Bodies Of Desire”
