We Glowed Like Porcelain 

I glow, summer heat on your cheek,
and you do the same, vice versa,
and when the town photographer 
who survives on taking pics
of the tourists travel there to see
the carnival of lost kisses reuniting 
produces our snaps we have no
other options but to buy the frame where
we look twins, porcelain, dolls and fragile,
look as if we are the foreground for a bearded man
Wwgo smiled after a long month. Hey,

let’s laugh like that. Let’s hold our hats
as if the evening wind will make those fly.
Remember the night in November we witnessed 
a white owl near the greying ocean? Even weighed 
with our years in our lungs we breathed fast,
glowed as the fireflies arranged the bushes
for the livers from another era observed the carnival.

 

 

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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

 

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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