Come Around the Corner of my Room

Come around the corner of my room. It's well decorated - I have cleaned it, after long, with a broom. I have let the cool breeze in and trapped it inside, and in the process, I was quite keen. I have washed the curtains and put on new bedsheets - all looks good and I'm… Continue reading Come Around the Corner of my Room

Scratch Marks on Skin

When I write words of love, I write them with the blood seeping through the scratches that you made on my skin with your red-coloured nails with black stripes on them – a rhythmic movement of your hands – on my back – when we made love. Where have you been? Return! You still carry… Continue reading Scratch Marks on Skin