My Treat

Must be sickening selflove that makes me hold myself
Shameless for you to see
Or idleness of a brain sedate with analgesics.

The round rocks beneath my feet cook in the sun
Sea sprays salt into my curls
I bake in the blaze for your supper.
We feast together, on each other.

My name is red.
Remember.

© Sudeshna Sanyal 2013 ~

I walk again...

Your prayer worked.
My feet shuffle again through a solitary night sky.
Walking now snail steps in caution.
No more the restless need for motion
To defy gravity or to deny the scare of the red ball called the sun.

I have seen the green, the amber and the red
I have listened to sirens in my head
Now I only listen to my lips that don't move anymore in service.
I lean on you, my mate, my friend,
I inch closer to your unshaven chin, to feel the breath
And hear the silence of your prayer,
The miracle of human kindness.

I know you pray for me.
I wish I could pray for myself...

© Sudeshna Sanyal 2013 ~