a little past midnight, and i'm spilling again -
in a drunken stupor, and i'm spilling all the light
i swallowed when i tried to bite your sun.
an inferno swells in my rib-cage,
inching towards the liver -
the heat of my yearning knows no limits.
i'm limited by language, i open my mouth
and crawl towards the light just on the horizon,
in search of the perfect string of words that would
taste like home on y/our tongue. the sky brightens
under a supernovae, and i'm left in an untethered
free-fall - i've come to know the ground too
intimately, too many times. anoint me with red earth,
if you must bury me, but not before letting the winds
excavate the last echoes in my hollowed rib-cage;
let me sing of love with my last breath,
let me sing of you.
You know these kinda poems you need to read a few times over and over again just to absorb the whole inspiration and depth they offer and feel the sheer meaningfulness they have? Yeah well, this is one of 'em.