You loved me because I am a poet
I wrestled with the unreality of words
that never allowed me or reality entry
on to the white space as more than mere black marks
except when I was in your arms
No words could match your skin tone
or the lushness of the feel of your flesh
in my hands of love
You were the age old poem
I was writing on a white bed
in brown ink with smiles for shelter
to stop myself from suicide
that always tempted me before the act
of wordshed
that never said anything.

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Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Dept. of English, Faculty of Arts and Humanities, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored or co-authored seven or eight books of poetry, theory and criticism. He is an editor and anthologist. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically Samuel Beckett's poems in English. He was a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry in 2012 and his book Art of Poetry was selected as Best Reads 2012 by Butterfly and the Bee. He has been editor's pick on Camel Saloon thrice and poet of the month thrice in Destiny Poets UK besides often having his poems appear in the highly selected category. Has other international awards, diplomas and certificates to his credit too.

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