Branches squeal. The coating of ice breaks. Breaking mirrors, falling mirrors. Rain & breeze. Breeze & rain. The sky plays the drunk. Noon’s stirring. Mails at crossroads. Knock, knock, knock? Forever sunshine state. Nothing…Empty mailbox, empty window, words yet to face, o wind, spring, spring. Spring will come, but letters? Full of pulp, an orange lies low in its grave. Landscape sloshing through the window. What’s rustling inside? Breeze? Car tires, car tires. Fifteen hundred miles. Embrace what is not here, embrace what is now-there. A kiss on the window pane. Lips slip slide away. Fallen heart, fallen music, fallen sky of desire. Footsteps of yearnings. Birds chirping. O wind, Spring…but letters? Words fade out. Shirt full of breeze. Heart full of wings. Eyes full of waltz. Memories’ boundary of Darkness. Jasmine & wounded night bed. What is snow? What’s cold? Quivering light? Where is your waist of fog? Afternoon dies, drowning clouds. Dove, dove! I want your almond voice in my burning breast. O wind…letters? Night falls on poison, night falls on eternity. Letters murmur in luminous deserts. Dove, dove, bathe in my tears, then sleep, rest. Quiver your thighs as all the branches squeal. Breaking mirrors, breaking sighs. Ice! Ice! The sky plays the drunk.
Debasis Mukhopadhyay lives and writes in Montreal. Recent poems have appeared in The Curly Mind, Yellow Chair Review, Thirteen Myna Birds, Of/With, I am not a silent poet, With Painted Words, Silver Birch Press, Foliate Oak, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Snapping Twig, Eunoia Review, Revolution John, Down in the Dirt, and elsewhere. Follow him at https://debasismukhopadhyay.wordpress.com/ or @dbasis_m on Twitter.