tagNon-Erotic PoetryTonight I speak my thoughts

Tonight I speak my thoughts


Tonight I speak my thoughts saving nothing at all in the dark.
Weightless and denied now I can hear others call in the dark.

There's flowers and corpses of shriveled thoughts discarded.
And I want to shout "I'm just your punching ball after dark."

Offering sweet tea and sandesh, singing love songs as overtures.
Not only children weep, diminished in stature, small after dark.

Each word chosen with care, strung fragile, dew on gossamer.
I wait with you, white nothingness holding our thrall after dark -

to touch that place, vulnerable and open, you have offered before
empty and echoing throbbing memories – a concert hall after dark.

Melted ice will find a river and my arms will be your tributary
So let me hold you in those yearning arms once and for all after dark.

Survivor poem – Form E Ghazal – Trigger 32

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