Apathy reigns under your spotlight interrupted by brief flashes of lust
What stops you from sliding into our suppurating abattoir, moon ?
The sweetest of love stories fade into framed fossils of neglect
but I must not talk of dreary realities on wine-drunk nights
when we hang our fleece of guilt on your beams
and pretend that we did not steal Cupid’s
dart from his quiver while kissing him
-Reena Prasad
Cool and reflective.
Thank you Louis Kasatkin
‘The sweetest of love stories fade into framed fossils of neglect’…….and last three lines….beautiful lines…Reena, I read many times repeatedly and every time, to my surprise i got fresh feeling. It may be coincidence it was like seeing a moon lit night again and again…:-) great work
Honoured Maaya. Thank you so much for your comment.
Amazing write!!!! I read it several times too!!! Powerful, shocking imagery!!!
Always a great pleasure when you comment Iulia! Thank you dear friend.