fleshwounds.

When we fall in love,
I want to feel it
In the core of my being
Let it not float
On my lips
Just my lips
Like some hollow declaration
Of some plastic future

Let it echo through my insides
Bang against my bones
Tear out in short gasps of breath
Bursts of fireworks
Yes yes yes
Snatches of intense, fervent emotion
Pouring out from every opening
Every gap
Plugging all our holes with
Perfervid sensation
One string
An invisible link
Between you and me

Let it wake me up
Like coffee
Hot, Bitter and Strong
Let it shake my insides
Make me laugh and
Perhaps cry
And bleed

Let us tumble
Dive headfirst
Into a rush of butterflies
Tying stomachs into knots
Let it be everything
Potent, Over-powering and raw
Who wants a fairy tale?

Let it hit us like a ton of iron bricks
Rattle our rib cages
Break a few bones
And some hearts, maybe?

Let it be pure
And happy
Just happy
Dancing-On-Air happy

Let our knees wobble with weakness
A heady rush of blood to the head
With each beat of the heart

Let it shatter our insides
Peel our skins
Cause flesh to rot
Splinter our bones
Mark us with hidden, indelible ink
Till all we have left are our bare souls

This love we feel
Should not
Will not leave us with mere fleshwounds, darling

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3 thoughts on “fleshwounds.”

  1. Love is a magic; the best trick is how it just disappears into thin air,some may say.
    But remember,Love may break your heart,but love will mend your life!

    Aditi, may you fall head over heel in Love!
    Let love churn your insides,
    Let it leave you gasp for a whisp of fresh air.
    Let it paint your world bloody red !

  2. An excellent exposition of the subject of love as one peels off the apparentness of varied forms of ‘love’. Thanks, uncle.

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  3. Love is a magic; the best trick is how it just disappears into thin air,some may say.
    But remember,Love may break your heart,but love will mend your life !

    Aditi, may you fall head over heel in Love !
    Let love churn your insides,
    Let it leave you gasp for a whisp of fresh air.
    Let it paint your world bloody red !

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