DEMON AND WOMAN

Will you be my demon in disguise?
And I, like Coleridge's woman, will wail
under the moon for my demon-lover?
Would your tongue lacerate me
and leave red welts on my breasts?
Between you and me is the proverbial
sea of love, unreciprocated
and I try to flail my way
through the labyrinthine storm...
I drown as I run out of breath
even though we have not made love,
but as if we have been making love with
fugitive word-games you invented.
You are a lighthouse and I must
wrap myself around your cylindrical limb
and then crawl to the top
where the beacon is;
There, I will finally rest, exhausted
like your very own
personal moth with singed wings.

Jagari Mukherjee
Publicado en RavenCageZine30