Poems from Harshita Tripathi
bodies molded
side by side.
hair,
crown of light.
hands upturned
like lightning
against creamy
skin.
pulse resonating
under my...
mama.
the first word that uttered from my lips.
rewind that VHS
mama,
what happened to holding fingers?
tiny ones aching to grasp yours....
you lunar cycle
tenacious,
wild,
yet
organized,
in sync.
you clash of waves
roaring seas
torrential thunder.
you cradle of prophecies
you...
you ever get that gut feeling?
achy
but accurate.
eyes travelling to his,
bile rising in waves
striking the shore of my mouth.
taste as...
my body is not a monster.
it is
torrential
terrains.
hold me carefully,
from me
oceans pour.
my body is not a monster.
caramel dripping...