October

By Sairam K.S.

(1)

A mighty wave crashes

upon my rocky cumbrous heart

Juvenile mosses blossom

under its frothy icy spell.

Like a lonely eel,

bestowed with electric power

I writhe on the sheet,

grasping your hair

with my slender bony fingers

The blooming stars on your hair

Ah! They wink at me

through the pitiful voids

between my fastened digits

Your lips slip into mine

I sink in its saccharine depth,

erasing every memory of attacks

kisses used to be.

(2)

The eyes of the night are dripping rain,

thunderous light is violating the windowpanes

Your face unfolds in the darkness

sad, kind, and beautiful

forested with ruffled hair

In a voice so feverish,

reminding me of a spring of yellow flowers

you uttered words of love

and buried me in a valley of kisses.

By Sairam K.S.