Inside the puddingland

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Monday, August 4, 2008

rose for blood

hygroscopic gods

hate the odour of my dreams

in the symphony of my bone marrow

your hypochondriac whispers

are bleeding dreams

on my red rose petals

i was the wizard of the winds

etching metallurgy in the land of my dreams

till your dark art became a vampire

at the auction of fermented fortunes

i fell a martyr

to the calligraphy of your eyes

your intricate delicacies

lured my rush of adrenaline

your beauty was my apocalypse

and then

the future was a mere excuse

to forget your past

in the labyrinth of lost faces

your feelings will be stained forever

with blood and memories

i wriggled out of your cobweb

with your smoky words:

“will you for once

stop being a lexicographic joker?”

in asphyxiation of emotions

if words are not your blood

this rigmarole was never meant for you!

witch of crimson cacaphonies

music of blood

stains alkaline cracks

on poison glands of her skin

in the cauldron of dark winds

she is the witch of crimson cacaphonies

her eyes are a jazz of smoke

that smears the broken geometry

on her volcanic lips

in the whispers of her curling capillaries

melanin is a diluted temptation

my heart was pure poison

till it drank the alkaline blotches

in her bloodbath of pheromone

i am now but molten wax

smothered in the incandescence of her desire

in the cauldron of crimson cacaphonies

she is the witch of dark winds

in the mimicry of misty vapours

sweat on her poison glands

is her weaponry of revealing fantasy

sweet violence of silken seduction

wait till you taste

her salty catastrophe……….