Rishma Dunlop

(1956 / India - Canada)

Ain'T No Cure - Poem by Rishma Dunlop

I slice oranges in the kitchen.
The countertop worn, notched
with the story of the knife.

I've been reading Ovid's "The Cure for Love."
You circle my waist with your arms—
kiss the back of my neck.
I remember who we were—
the taste of us sweet and dangerous─
the girl and boy on the front porch
cooling our heels on our way
to the grave.

We believed we could make something
in the dark.

Comments about Ain'T No Cure by Rishma Dunlop

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (7/9/2014 7:35:00 AM)

    Another wonderful poem which is so wonderfully descriptive and tells such a sweet story. Really like this. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,537 Points Babatunde Aremu (7/9/2014 4:20:00 AM)

    This is wonderful! I like your style. Keep the pen flowing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 9, 2014

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