Privy Poet’ Society: The Kiss – Slopes of Jawbones

Privy Poet’ Society: The Kiss – Slopes of Jawbones

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A little boy who took my heart,
Six feet tall and skin as dark,
As an ashtray but still,
With a flicker of flame,
Dancing tantalizingly back and forth,
Like it’s a bloody game,
He walked up to me,
In that ugly camouflage jacket,
That had fleece on the inside,
And caused such a racket,
It came down to his thighs,
His well built thighs that can hold us both,
When the head-board and foot-board threaten to give forth,
While the mattress is dented,
And the springs beg for mercy,
His thighs are resolute through nights and evenings,
He walked up to me in a cloud of smoke,
Billowing forcelessly out of arrogant mouth,
The mouth of a child and the fists of a man,
Whose clasping moved sinews even on his face,
And while the world melted by in blurry water,
Smoking his smokey eyes with pupils dilate,
His palms soaked up the walls,
On either side of my face,
Angles vision with the force of the endless universe,
Swallowed back to the Big Bang,
And the kiss that temporarily switched off the sun,
To drink in the river of,
Coarse black trousers and rough blue denim.

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Ranjini Sircar

Ranjini Sircar - Everything Sharmaji ka beta ever wanted to be. Hopefully, in a few years I’ll be successful enough for people to say ‘She must have slept her way into that position’.