Suchaita Tenneti


The Dirt Of Love

Candle whispers and moony musings are not for me;
Sandy slumbers—more apt for crustacean lovers;
Roses, hearts, boxes of brown—ephemeral trifles!
In vain! In vain! Symbols fade, dissolve, deplete…

I desire not a love hallowed in sunsets
Nor one encircled in ecstatic delight
No hypnotic love thwarted in mushy verse
No slurping straws unite my love

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