Rahel Poem by SREEREK ASHOK

Rahel,

can you smell the raw flesh of darkness burning between us
we can light up the candle made from our wax of past
Shall I pluck one hair of you?
In return I shall give you my shapeless nail
Without a mask
Your hair so quickly burns in the fire like our sex

Rahel,

You remembering, laying on my painted floor
Searching for the empty tin of red paint
Wearing the lip color from its emptiest elements
I remembering my teeth less paint brush
Making wounds on your flesh
And makes you pained
my fingers embrace each other deeply
As if moving toward deep sex

Rahel,

you lying in my portrait as half burnt
A departed tail of a lizard falls from the roof
and shivering in your eye brows
particles of termite from the roof falls in to my eyes.
Making my paralysed fingers as a viewer,
termites started spreading in my eyes