Play With Fire Strike a match. Watch the cardboard curl upon itself before you slowly wave it out. Now, smell that thick swirling smoke— let it warm your nostrils and stick to your tongue, its earthy gunpowder bouquet, lingering. Then, light as that disappearing wisp, place your right hand, gently, upon my thigh. Flared Nostrils I smell like old people when I visit him in this place corralling the sick and dying, like a musty attic wiped with a …
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“The Transformation” * Poetry * Sambhu Ramachandran
your gaze has gone straight through me like a vampire’s flashing fangs through a blue throbbing vein embossed on a bare slanted neck slick with sweat & I am already waiting feverishly in love’s unventilated vestibule for the moment of transformation the full moon night of losing myself in you that will rend me apart terrorising me with its blend of weakness and strength ecstasy & escalation of pain the senses grow suddenly sharper now I can hear your heart …
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