Flesh And Fluids - Poem by Souren Mondal
In a dark room with flickering
melting wax and broken
He stands lonely after a sweaty encounter
she's all of eighteen
Flesh and fluids,
all have been mixed up and exchanged.
There's the smell in the room
that same yet different smell of flesh and fluids
Both of them are young and beautiful
and there are many like them
on Saturday night of October
But nothing will ever be same...
The moon at the three o'clock in the balcony,
the smoke rising from his Marlboro
and her languid bony, body under
A pair of moist eyes fixed at the ceiling,
Moments, passing yet not passing,
There will be many more nights and
many more women and men in
beds of hotel rooms
But there will never be the same smell,
and a woman staring at the
The laundry will be dirty...
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