For Bipin

soaked and washed in soapwater
and the sea emptied down the drain

I had no numbers to keep
after the second

still it remains in that striped red
like a saltbed precipice left
of the only holy moment between us

memory has stitched it into the cloth

my love is sweetened by it




Poetry by Praveen Bhusal
Read 85 times
Written on 2018-07-18 at 07:33

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text



Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliantly constructed. I like it!
2018-07-18


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I also wanted to say that the first stanza is brilliant.
Ashe
2018-07-18


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
The sweet memories of love remain. Beautiful.
Ashe
2018-07-18