Catch Me Raw.

Catch me buried in the stale blankets
Unconscious of your breathing through my greasy hair
Hoping I’m beautiful and serene
And my eyelashes look long enough
Even though I’ll act astonished
When you’ll make the discoveries.
I know you’ll kiss me
Until I can’t pretend to be asleep anymore
You just tipped of the alarm.

She’s alive again.

She’ll whiff in a planetful of air
And sigh a flavour of bitter lipstick and unbrushed teeth
She’ll observe you
And move on.
The raw her likes to be in her own ambience
Refuse to bath to retain her bizarre aroma
Shades of white and sunlight
Will be what she’ll always chase.
You won’t label her selfish if you are conscious of yourself
Because we mirror each other.
And that is why we lived decades together.

 

Sukanya.
©reserved.

2 thoughts on “Catch Me Raw.

  1. “She’ll whiff in a planetful of air
    And sigh a flavour of bitter lipstick and unbrushed teeth
    She’ll observe you
    And move on.” These lines caught my attention for, they are so wittily written that it brought on my face a smile, forcing me to read it twice. I reckon this is a personal poem and you have with much honesty given the readers a glimpse of your relationship, thank you for sharing. 🙂

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