Damp Philately Poem by Radhuga Sreekumar Geetha

moonlight chiffonades the wind
blowing like whispered betrayals on her ears
and bites her shoulder bared by her
white off-shoulder gown of sanguine warps and wefts

blue melts from her lacrimal gland
wets her bossom, and makes her the archipelago in its ocean
a vacuum looms the part of her pinned
to the blighted burgundy coat's lapel

yellowed philately collections are damp
without the fingers
whose warmth the ruffles
of her veins pine for.