Prasenjit Maiti -'Goddess'

Goddess

Your eyes swollen as I walk hunchbacked to a dying sun across a nowhere avenue of desolate memories, my hands groping your scent of a woman without any purchase, talents jingling in my frayed trouser pockets like bad money, deals gone sour as you shriek in ecstasy in my dreams, the dawn breaking like egg shells as our siesta recedes like distance, my tongue dribbles as I crawl under your skin so cold and forlorn like religion

© Prasenjit Maiti