Poetry at Sangam



Moon by Naveen Kishore

The moon rising. Somewhere. In
the swell of her eyelids.
Enthralled. Awed even. He plucked the daydream from
his eyes. And gave the rainbow. Free
reign. They made love. That
much is certain. Blindfolded.
Under the eclipse of the sun.
The bed always in shadow. With a tinge
of orange. She made prisoner. Of his
tongue. Biting hard. Her mouth full
of smoke. From countless
stubbed cigarettes. Drowning in
spit. They took their pleasure.
Swiftly. Like a wink. Blink of an
eyelid. Or a sharp whiplash. Painful.
Flesh erupting in red.