Tattoo
The heat from your tattoo
remains invisible,
glowing
and runs down your neck.
I open your skin
and roll them out both way,
gently,
as I promised.
The orange of the inside,
fluid,
moves its stillness;
heads towards your finger’s tip
where it will be porous
and burn the city on my nail.
I still keep touching yours
waiting for the artist to sketch us
on a dome inside the godliness.
©All Rights Are Reserved By Kushal Poddar, 2011 (written on 7th September,2011)




















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