kulkuthtah

Then I could waft in and out of you.
You stack them all up inside of me
It's useless you say
She ought to be here by three
Pick me a rose from that bush

Pinch the damn fish
Arms bent out of shape
The smell of brand new chuddar
Musty earth beneath your kohlapuris
Arches were good for revolutions you said

Plodding
Were we there as yet?
But I liked meeshti far too much
And I stepped on dung balls
During Sarawasti Puja the year before last

"What is the moral of the story?"
Black widows make for good metaphors
I need to rein you in
Washing you makes my skin peel
But also so terribly lonely to watch you steal