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Writer's pictureApoorva Singh

Made Love To A Clove

Updated: Jul 13

Cover Photo by Ravindra Patoju

Troubled boy, desperate for me

I lay my eyes on you

And fall for your cruelty


Honey my heart’s got no beat

You left your lighter in my sheets

Rather impetuous, rather weak


Smokey you kiss me wild

I run my fingers through your insecurities

Stirring the blankness of your mind


Don’t step on my cold floor, with bare feet

I promise no warmth at four

If you walk in that door, for heat


You’re a runner, you never unpack

I’m no settler either, I say

Yet every week you’re back


Draw the warmth out of my torn chest

To fill yourself up

And rest and rest


Make my eyes water

And dry me out until

I light a clove and down a quarter


Collect my tears with both your hands and wash them

Clean of me

Of all sane things, and condemn


Wipe my memory clean, knock me out

Choke me with deep kisses

I have an appetite for doubt


Leave me with the deafening quiet of my heart

My heart’s got no beat

And you got no heart


Troubled boy, desperate for peace

Rip me apart mercilessly

And do as you please


Honey my heart’s got no beat

Nothing you can do about it

Nothing you can cheat.

 

Credits

This contribution is photographed by Ravindra Patoju & acted by Sriharshini Toleti.

 

Product

This poem is available in paperback & ebook.




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