winter i pray that this night ends in debauchery for you
Tag: monostich
flick of the tender tongue the air tastes of burnt humans
late winter a game of tag and curses with mind demons
hard earned after a long winter night of dreams this clarity of mind
i bet the moon finds us disgusting mouths agape and limbs frantic please behave
canned flesh hurtling down the tracks we breathe when we deserve to
touch and be gone to the words sowed in your loins
tell me of the thunders that sing a thousand songs
cross my heart and burn slow at the stake
old phonebook the pages ripe with smell and distant memories
elancharan gunasekaran 