Twilight

by prasanna   Jan 22, 2022


Amongst stretched palms, you slip me a dagger
unsheathed, blade touching skin and offer me a
pre-emptive condolence like the waters receding
before the tsunami ravages the coastline,
in a violent search of a new home –

do you remember when I likened your
collarbones to the horizon of the sea,
and I – the lampless lighthouse in search
of your light?

Now look,

I’m swimming in your sun-kissed sea,
your lambent light keeps the night sky
lit past the late evening hours and into
the dark of night, thickening into an
umbra, and I trade bits of flesh,
of poetry/of song/of mirth,
of me –

for that light.

You wanted blood?

I’ll provide.

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A poem from a small compilation I wrote called 'Letters from the Blood Groove', if you want to read it, you can do so here: https://www.scribd.com/document/519612197/LETTERS-FROM-THE-BLOOD-GROOVE

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  • 4 months ago

    by Kate

    I cannot find the words to express the way I admire your work. Every line in the compilation is raw but so beautifully written.

  • 4 months ago

    by Star

    I really love this!! And the entire compilation is so so good and I really hope someday you’ll get to publish!

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