Between the damp sheets
Wiped the fog off my window panes
And looked at a face
That was stuck at a corner
It said-
‘this weather should not be wasted’
So we sat
Among the multicolored walls
In synthesis-
smoked
sequined
stitched
unlaced
mixed
like milk in caramel
till the sky was murky
‘this weather should not be wasted’
We chanted.
we smelt the scent off the bodies
and melted the unperturbed wax
and scraped the layers of consciousness
till the haze of smoke had risen
and started dripping from the ceiling
and slept till the moon swayed
and stayed awake till the sun was ablaze
and rusted off the gold dust
from our bodies
with tender kisses
we measured the length and breath
of nothingness
and tasted the oceans
that splashed through time
we stayed together
all day
two strangers
never to meet again
and the weather was saved.
Ankush Gupta 7/11/13
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