WINTER ISSUE

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.