Treasure Island

Sadiqullah Khan


@ Love under a Street Light


Guided hands from black
Haloes will become areolas
Hanging to flesh
Carbon mousse cake
Chocolate color of lips
Struggling to open the mouth
Of golden bottle with keys
Suggestion was to pierce
Like dead flesh on charcoal
Between the legs hidden
Odor like roasted peanuts
After my fingers
Without a handwash
Love under a street light
On a busy way
At midnight
Neither were stars putrid
Nor her bones
Her horrified looks
Wandering
Whether heat can be
So contagious
Whether nails can be
So biting
Whether cannibals eat
Raw flesh so voraciously

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad,
2009.

Photograph: by Bob Carlos Clarke

Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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