Let’s get personal…. (not pg13, kids. You have been warned.)
Written following Holi festival – where coloured powder is thrown during a large celebration.
It’s supposed to sound a little broken in rhythm? Rhyming isn’t usually my thing but it sort of just happened in this one (ha). I don’t know, I’m not entirely satisfied with it, but it was just one of those I needed to get out there.
I’m not sure how we arrived here, to this sin.
Naked and laughing, colour streaking skin
The steam on high rise, bright rivulets run
The shower scorching above as our hands come undone.
Our ‘just friends’ lies are weaker.
Carefully constructed lines, cheaper.
‘We need to stop’
Please don’t stop.
I’m still not sure how we arrived here, to this sin.
From bathroom to bedroom, white covers, stained skin
Gasping against hollow, your neck, collarbone,
Give over the weakness to which we are prone
‘Don’t start what you can’t finish’
You started me, now finish me-
The hourglass tips
The powder morphs black,
The tide drags my fingers desperately down your back,
Clutching hips, pulse, flow, bite and blood-
Touch me. Turn me.
Send me down in colour and fire
Send me down in waves
Send me down –
into the blackest of night where something just snaps
where the tiptoeing and ‘just friends’ facade cracks,
your hips making up for all your words lack-
One hand seizes hipbone, the other nape of my neck,
as we ebb, flow and push against our own wreck
I forget how to kiss
I forget how to guard
I can only shudder beneath you,
as the colours run.