Point of No Return

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The saffron

half moon

rising

leaves me

gasping

at the remembrance

of your sideways

midnight glance.

I couldn't read it first

- all the more now -

as its searing tip

pierces my side

again

& again.

The ineffable flow

from my heart

- as deep as the Ganga -

rushes down my thighs

just as muddy and wild

& not even the flute-player

knows what lurks

ahead / underneath.

I am the master of Naught

& I let the void devour

the uncharted hillocks

of my flesh

that you've impregnated.

When nothing remains

after this acid

exercise

of extinction,

you'll know

I love you.

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