Cellophane sheets
corpses with curled toes
Wither between us
like leaves strung on winter calves

The clock chest
unclasps a cardiac clash
Collapsing and blowing
Our twirling sky-bound memories,
Now Levitating above my crinkled forehead

A chasm of tireless breathing
wears down my stained windows

Our lilies still wilt
around the borders of oil paints
Teacup laughter
flows from the ceiling
Dribbling reminiscence of tearing pastel flakes

I am the shutter
that leaps
from skin to breath to arrest
Your lips still singing in mine
A fresh lawn mug
of tender lemon grass
reeking in my mouth
the carrier of us both

© Aakriti Kuntal
Picture Credits : Alison Watt
Title : Benjamin Franklin, www.superfamous.com


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