Melting

Like liquid pearls, the wax
glows against your flame.

With infinite skill, you
gently lower it on my
waiting skin.

A filigree slowly forms,
intricate, intimate,
around my wrists, neck, ankles.

Such exquisite ornaments
the smooth scars will be.

But the kind no covetous
cousin or daughter-in-law
will plot to pilfer.

The kind I can take, safely,
with me to the pyre.

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4 responses to “Melting

  1. very pretty

    i like these lines especially 🙂

    A filigree slowly forms,
    intricate, intimate,
    around my wrists, neck, ankles.

    Such exquisite ornaments
    the smooth scars will be.

    Thank you, Sandeip.

  2. chilling! very very nice…
    may i request a happy poem in these troubled times?

    हम ग़म ज़दा हैं, लाएँ कहाँ से खुशी के गीत?
    But, yes, will write something happier, soon.

  3. Pingback: Rings of Smoke » rebuff

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