Ad infinitum
A poem
The spark has turned to smoke again -
I am a ruin of explosive love.
I seek a salve for my trembles.
The heart quivers like a pipal leaf, the breaths shallower by the moment.
The guts recoil, tightly so. The heart is in the throat, choking me.
I wept because the little precious things nullified the bigger world when they took the sidewalk in the long journey.
Glittery memories joined the stars — farther in my loneliness.
I am a ruin of explosive love —
Ad infinitum.
© Sana Rose 2020 Written on April 23rd, 2016
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Sana Rose is an award-nominated novelist, poet, physician, counseling professional, freelance writer and mom. She is based out of Kerala, India. Her debut novel Sandcastles was shortlisted for ARL Literary Awards 2018 for Best Author soon after publication.
