Nudes and Nemesis

Nudes and Nemesis

Wet sands (first published in Gloom Cupboard)
Stretched body wide , the armchair reclined and between the creases
Time passes like slumber. To the north when naked silhouette fed
Agonies and wetness reached a degree of imperfection.
Whispers that reached my ears could have been more than what was said
and the eyes have seen more than what could be seen. Clothed in
the sands, bodies have danced in the dark when fully clothed
yet I see them naked and vulnerable, hurt and torn, as meanings
derive from raw shapes and endlessness of primordial necessities.
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A Sort of Vengeance
I have this love reapproved, readmitted and stamped
And these posts stuck on my mental wall, bright yellow tatters
looked like a sort of duty. These were jumbles I was plagued with
as I arranged them, form, shape and a playfield. The game was being
played again and again, the ball kicked between the beginning and the end
the fingerprints said more of the heart than the skin. That evening I was dressed
like a devil , healing you like the angel. It was a murder of sorts, that resurfaced
with my broken veins, mental realms raped, the sky was split open.