By Ojeswi Medisetti
pretty moon’s sight
ardently devoured
by the darkest of nights,
your stars are ruby-flowered—
the amaryllis in thy eyes
reflects the onus of a vast twilight,
will my transient life ever suffice
to water the cosmos of your paradise?
a thousand-year-old promise to keep,
slipping through lives like a dream,
getting high on my morish blood—
you sing of its intoxicity on my tongue,
how to live like a lover with no heart—
an eternal soul with no time to chart?
a god with no god complex,
let me pray to you with undying devotion
for an endless embrace by the ocean.
By Ojeswi Medisetti
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