Love Your Enemy by Prerna Bakshi

Your One Phone Call

They say
So I love them
By killing them softly
With my kisses
Dripping with this
Unquenchable hate
That grows stronger
With each passing day
As bitter and rich as
Dark chocolate
As bright as the
Color red
Blood red
Trust me
When I say
My kisses are
Irresistible
Inescapable
To die for
Killing
Quite literally
My other enemies
Would attest for it
Or at least
They could
If they were
Still alive.

Prerna Bakshi is a sociolinguist, research scholar and writer of Indian origin, currently based in Macao. Her poetry has been published, or is forthcoming, in Linden Avenue Literary Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Red Fez, Muse India, Postcolonial Text, Theory in Action, Hysteria, Misfit magazine, Grey Sparrow Journal, Asahi Shimbun and elsewhere. She could be found on Twitter: @bprerna Prerna Bakshi is a sociolinguist, research scholar and writer of Indian origin, currently based in Macao. Her poetry has been published, or is forthcoming, in Linden Avenue Literary Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Red Fez, Muse India, Postcolonial Text, Theory in Action, Hysteria, Misfit magazine, Grey Sparrow Journal, Asahi Shimbun and elsewhere. She could be found on Twitter: @bprerna

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Random Acts...

Time strips color

from stymied eyes

as memories collide

swirling within

the teetering sigh

of a thoughtless sky.

I spent a life waiting,

forcing flavor from

a savory moon unaware

that what awaited

was only her.

                      That’s her…

Golden green peering

through me with

lens so laconically

clear and curving

instigating the steam

of breaths from

a waterfall of fire.

She owned me

in moments where

time stands and

the senses fail.

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