bazaar

tiny splinters of dust

dancing to the tune of your breath

in the stream of moonlight

sneaking through the window

tell me you are not a virgin

chandramukhi

i swallow

days like pills

with a glass

full of tears

will you not

cry for me?

arm candy

why do you

wear kohl

he asked, concerned

your tears

always

mess it up

[framed]

see

i even love

your carcass

with those

beautiful

pieces of

intricately

crafted

bones

why couldn't

you offer

to shed your

thick skin

last night?

relive

bursting at the seam

by convention

her tattered body

let her 

                               soul

slip away

chopped, intricately

she knew

flipping burgers

into the oven

will not serve well

till she did not

plaster them

with his juicy 
pieces of flesh

tenderly dipped 
in molten cheese

times please

his feet are freezing

with the warmth

her body casually

offered his

in that 

moment

that will bind

what’s left in

their lives