Gorvachove, Keonjhar, 2 September 2024
within myself, a bookmark, silent darkness
that fragrance, forgotten, an image
longings written on pages in cohabitation
with silverfish, an unchartered void
scars remain. coffee stains
still, healed wounds
street sounds, charcoal sketches
strokes, intimacy, shame
somewhere lies an abridged memory
I am rewriting myself
eons, years, each day given to forbidden things
love, lust, lies, alienation
erased, the cadence
of her voice, imprints of love
she happens, midnights
her poems dancing,
arenas beneath starlight
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evanescence
