(Photo Courtesy: Pinterest) The sound waves lingered in the deafening silence that followed I jumped fences at the cemetery clutching wilted flowers bargaining for sleep in the night I see the disco lights still flickering their last gasp s I admit I turned away drinking iced tea to keep cool and pretending the moon beams did not whisper your name. Continue reading When the music died – Shaleen Rakesh
. (Photo Courtesy: Pinterest) You bit into the skin a picture of a blue sailboat now sailing across your morning and into my day this crude way of crossing that manages to convey both carefulness and carnality I take in the tone and texture of your burning flesh while your eyes remain wide unseeing soft wet sounds when you shower I cannot tear my gaze … Continue reading Blue skin – Shaleen Rakesh
(Art Work by Shaleen Rakesh) Like a dog returning to the river that has quietly run dry I sit on your bed and try, to sniff the sheets for traces of summer heat subtly the way your love is barely sweet my spirits lift as I sort out your smell but your sheets have been washed cleansed of all the times where I slept so … Continue reading Traces of summer heat – Shaleen Rakesh
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