Paper Spoon This night holds me so tightly in its palm, as if - TopicsExpress



          

Paper Spoon This night holds me so tightly in its palm, as if to never love another, but outside what remains is the inheritance and an unfriendly notice. I fumble through the memories, recalling promises of life, never loving another. Softly, I wait until the lush beginning comes to me. I am pale yet ripe, seasoned with night clouds, wondering how the skin is perfected before the portrait of a wrinkled woman, from my kitchen to yours, is secretly hung. My heart weighs the love and lust as I sprawl within this page, inking aloneness, swinging the papers or a naked spoon inward. Sheema Kalbasi and Lekshmy Rajeev
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 13:40:48 +0000

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