Sunday Poem By Subhasis Patra

Sunday Poem By Subhasis Patra

Around the world in Your Arms

Your finger tips faded from my face somewhere around midnight yesterday and the morning looked so pale, the sky dangling over the valley with eyes rolled back tears drained from its lips as my eyes lay fixated on your trail of scattered words; I didn't even turn around when suddenly your voice grazed like the touch through my back and out of the chest disappearing into the wilted skyline, I didn't flinch or confirm it was an ambush instead I just gave my metaphors a sweep over searching every fallen rain on my poems turning myself inside out letting the night lean against the wall looking for the fragments of those un-verbed words stacked into the verses I never wrote, perhaps I am holding you back inside me much longer than you need to stay; So lets call it a night and begin to love again by dawn.