Poem: Soaked

If you suck hard enough, skillfully
manipulating tongue and lips,
you just might taste blood.
If you manage to break
my stubborn leather skin,
the damage would not be reversed.

We can never (don't push, it hurts)
mutate into a single entity.
That has never been a rule
in the deviant game of love.

(Should I preen my thoughts
to suit your macabre view of the world?)

You have mapped your empire
on my body's waxen expanse.
You have amassed ruby-rich spoils,
what more could you possibly want?

Zaina Anwar 2011

Poem- Fragmented

Allure
of the mystic lily
but you broke it in halves,
my great enthusiasm-
you wanted your carnal rose.

Now the smile
on your mouth reflects
a violent dismantling
of old consolations,
tears of a lifetime laid
away in a sordid tomb.

-- Zaina Anwar 2011

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Read a brilliant short story by Afghan writer and poet, Zalmay Babakhoi here.