Raw Silk

Raw Silk

When at last we meet
do not say hello

That greeting for strangers...
We've shared too many moons on the palettes of our nights

When we meet
Leave the race behind. Face me

Become scent
Stretch my lungs

Become jaggery
Color my tongue

When we meet
Come undone like a silken knot in the wind

Me the shuddering threads
You the hunger for silk

When we meet
Make sure I die of love

Mascara Review, April 2015

Author of Words Not Spoken. Vinita's award winning poetry has been published in Asiancha, Constellations, The Fox Chase Review, Pea River Journal, Open Road Review, Stockholm Literary Review, Mascara Review, Cyclamens And Swords, Poetry Pacific and others. Her current manuscript has been accepted by the Finishing Line Press, Kentucky, USA. She was co judge for the Asian Cha Poetry Contest 2015., ********

Last updated April 30, 2015