Essays over your cardigan
My acne face
Counts the scribble of stars
Green eyes, spitting desires
Lust turns an Autumn.
Your cardigan
A crossroad of sapphire
Broken tresses of hair
trail like railwaylines
Whose stories
Are a lost syllabus in history
In a war fed appetite. A damp neglect.
The crockery of my tongue weight
Pulling a silent craving
Flesh feeds my wants
In an embrace of a burnt splinter
My bosom turns orange,
Where many a sunset had melted.
The alienated sun
Rebelled on those shoulders
A hanger of bones
The skin tugged like a shirt
Neem trees harvest a shadow
Your cardigan was your home,
Fencing your heart from wind.
It bears the stain
Your paan chewed lips
My fingers mark the territory,
The algebra of your chest
Up to the navel,
And a little beneath,
Now a frozen museum.
The path of your tears
Pulling you close. Pushing afar
Burying you within.
The Red Cardigan -- Félix Vallotton
