walking past the side of your street
i see our ghosts,
on the rooftop, in awe
i stand where i shouldn't and gaze upon these memories
now that the pink sky has swallowed our sacred kites whole
and satiated its belly with innocence
tattooed upon it, are your smiles
and mine
a hundred Rangutsavs are pale in comparison,
so is your illusion, clever maiden
the Abeer of our hearts.
i was mounds of dirt, of a sandstone hue
caress me dirty caress me true
undead undying i stand anew
i endure my killer in your embrace
you smile and smile and smile as
poison rims your lips,
and my head swims with lies
my mouth gaping at the sight of your beckoning
you swallow the sun in a great ritual
and spout a glorious paragon in its place
like a bride, i am soiled
at noon, i am felt
