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It’s a parade of defeats!
“I welcome you to this.”
A disheartening affair
The amount I will sink to
How many depths are left?
“I haven’t answered any questions.”
But I will leave you with this sweet fruit…
Let the red juices swirl on your lips
Meet me at the planetarium…
Stars separated in their burning
By a black mass
A whorl on your thumb
Press it firmly on your eyes
The soreness is illusory
This kiss is not
And certainly not your scent
I have lost sight of my obsession
Maybe when you had enough…
A darkness that can be heard
Gurgling to be spat out
The stars are so far away from each other
And only the aching darkness gives them company.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
