where the sternum meets the clavicle,
i want you to rip it apart like a wishbone...

morals in abeyance, our sin-stained lips
take to every vice with black-tar dreams...

The shadow visits me when the moon
unravels his luminous beauty, swaying...

a plucked tongue, uprooted and transplanted in
foreign lands before the seed was sown...

fixated on your protruding collarbones,
i swallow the evening sun, bathing in the...

i wish you could see through my kaleidoscopic...
my skies are forever echoing your light...

dawn is lit by the candle in your heart;
a mango-yellow stains the sky, and i...

the literature of you can be summarized
in one word – loneliness...

excavated childhood memories, i handle
them with care, reminding myself to hold...

i must confess,
a part of the heart lives in the ear...

o’ girl who massages coconut oil into hair,
the next time you wear jasmines in your hair...

tender is the night as the monsoon
blossoms at some time past three am...