abstraction


undrowning myself out of your person,
as blazing petals of a just climaxed, momentary intervaniousness fall melting around me,
burning holes through the intimate folds of the white linen as they fall,
i sit nibbling at the darkness within,
kneading deep,
trying to find streaks of purpose fading out in the dense nothingness,
tracing your anatomy against the fogging window pane,
finding rhythm in the numbness of your heartbeats against the thundering silence of the rain lashing outside,
i seek the culmination of my existence in the careening ballet of white cigarette smoke,
the "cuts" heal my wounds....

Mahim P Singh