02 January, 2015

Valid Love Affairs

Why not lick off my stains,
lost causes and socks
unsmoothing the skin.

Crayons melting like eggs
stuck in between bones
under the nails, mixed with
Lovers’ skin.

Expecting reciprocation
poisons valid love affairs.
The stains don’t do anyone harm.
Leave them.

Read the poem again!
it’s stuck between us and your breath
is under my nails and I can’t
remember now.

We searched for crabs once
with everything stained and stuck
not allowing us to look

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