Oh! Josephine..... Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

in the poetry of your body
I lose myself brick by brick
the monument of stone clay and love
and I curve out
a word from dust

a coldness hugs you darling
like a serpent hugging a tree
as the yellow runs
through our veins
we both garden
an unknown flower

when the tears water the crops
of our reminiscence
like late summer rain
we make our paper boats
and we
play on
with water smoke and fire
of our desire

sometimes with a coffee cup on hand
we play the game of our words
the dry leaves play the role of host
a dead melody
still we sing
putting salt on our toungue
my overlapping rhythm of heart
my overlapping rhythm of heart!

on the photograph
of your mascara stained face
(on backside)
I write my name
and erase it
for the fear of
a metaphoric loss

but,
I do realize
for your love darling;
sometimes it feels great
to lose.......!