The Holy Ritual

By Saptarshi Chakraborty

Your deep trembling inhales, 

like a fresh volume of trust pooled all in through your   cavities

As your palm clenches tightly against mine

And your long fingers locked against the interspaces of mine

Like a puzzle solved into totality. 

Your deep shaky exhales in haste, 

like a momentary leisure to catch up the breath you just lost. 

I feel your breath pierce through my ears

Whispering vows of desire and utmost faith, 

Murmuring pleads to stay till the ocean's crossed.

I get oblivious to the pain caused 

by your painted nails

pressing down on my skin and flesh;

And you get oblivious to the tilted photo frame, the unfixed leaking tap, the broken window pane, the fidgety mice, the lumps on the mattress and the squeaking-slow ceiling fan—

As we both sweat into each other 

Exchanging love through our salty bodies and sugary hearts that melt in the heat. 

Pressing chest to chest, and thigh to thigh, and toe to toe

As the combined harmony of breaths and beats make a rhythmic melody. 

We clench our souls tightly together 

As they create the unity for the eternal pleasure

As the rhythmic spasms both yours and mine 

Marry ourselves in the rhythm divine. 

The world feels innocent, the weather feels lighter

The monday morning should feel better-brighter. 

I think this is all— and all I could've longed for

You're the one to serenade to, and write all my songs for. 

By Saptarshi Chakraborty