fuelled by the first light of summer sailboats cut through the murky shallows
Tag: fantasy
stuck in limbo: sleep becomes a phantasmal fantasy
waking hour: i cast a debauched version of myself into the light
night passes in an almost gentle blur
the sweet spot of entaglement: flesh and flesh collides
summer i try on a new face and regret to say: it does not fit
dark before dawn muscle memory draws the frail body from bed and sets it off on a mad quest
what has survived the monsoon’s rampage: midsummer’s moon and an undying warmth
there is a design to this reality we have failed to understand: illusions built on the fundamentals of wear and tear
a black that feels deep green: summer crow tilts its head and concurs
elancharan gunasekaran 