LOVE Poem: A Resurrection, by Mrunal Bhosale

your thoughts
tiptoe
on my hardwood floor
choke me
at midnights
cold and quick
when my brain’s
unguarded,
empty of madness
I feel my skull
cracking
under your fingers
the seams
nothing short of
spider webs
spurting out
coils and coils
of hopes, fears, desires
said, unsaid
layers and layers
peeling away
at your will
till I am devoid
of this world
and everything in it
till I am a pool
of nothingness
but me
bare and whole,
pure and undefiled
finally,
at home,
in your hands

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