There’s more to life than just meaningless fucking
Come as the sound of my favourite song;
ring in my ear
and swerve down further.
Make my mouth linger in a taste as raw
as grated lemon zests.
Then hold me and stroke my neck,
like weavers hold and wreathe gently
flagellating silk yarn.
Come and lie here with me;
sit close and warm me up like you
are the radiance of the sun
that my body,
has been yearning for.
And in the silence,
let us touch, spoon, hold and cup in the dark;
soak in the admixture
of punctuating sweat
and skin.
Go to sleep with a melee
of nervousness and calmness.
About the poet: Driktso (she/her) is currently pursuing her Bachelors in English Literature from her computer but is enrolled as a student at Delhi University. She has aided people in their book-writing journey. And hopes to write and publish a book of poetry someday, titled, “Why I don’t like People and 100 other Poems.” Driktso deems that poetry, like self hatred, comes untaught to us.