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Moments lost


Moments lost

And so I rub my mind
Warm, sharp against your icicle chest.
Unfurling that trace of frozen lava.
I am no winter tree even.
I am frozen, more than you.
More than the dew.
Like holding time and swallowing it,
With butter in the pharynx.
I do it for you.
I have always done it for you,
Clenching shaded, half baked sun.
Consiliencing, pulverized atoms.
Like autumns,
I will fall too, with burning lamps
Burning wax left
Pens broken, curtains morbid.
I will sink,
I will still do it for you.
I have always done it for you.

Devika Mathur blogs at My Valiant Soul

Article © Devika Mathur. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-05-06
Image(s) are public domain.

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