An Awakening

Rutika Yeolekar

Last night found you and me,

on a black velvet cushion;

Our eyes memorizing each other.

Skins burning,

stomachs churning,

Desire shines like stars in the darkness of sky.

Is it frankincense?

Or odors of lust curling up around our bodies?

A tango of tongues and scents as if to say,

“Be my opium for the night!”

Collar bones inked with faint marks,

left traces of your devouring mouth and its appetite.

Moans displacing immigrant silence from its adobe;

earth quivering to the rhythm of two bodies intertwined.

A confluence of two wholes into a sculpture humanized.

We fall back with an interlude of sighs.

Our forever nestled in a hollow heart of the fading moon.

A stark question hangs in this shuffle of printed curtains;

Will this firestorm outlast the realm of one night?


8 comments

  • Beautiful, sensual, bold. Was absolutely mesmerised by the words.
    “Will this firestorm outlast the realm of one night”- the most powerful line depicting all the emotions of the poem together!!!

    Priyanka
  • Thank you Tavleen.

    Rutika
  • bold, sensual and mesmerising..love u!!!

    Rashmi Yeolekar
  • This is very very beautiful rutzi, I love it ?

    Dorith
  • Woowww! So happy to see your mesmerizing verses here! Love love love!❤

    Revati
  • You, my woman, are magic! :)

    Anon
  • “Will this firestorm outlast the realm of one night?”

    The million dollar question!

    Jean
  • “Our forever nestled in a hollow heart of the fading moon.” How beautifully written ❤

    Tavleen

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