“Made Love To A Clove” by Apoorva Singh

Picture Credit: ​Ravindra Patoju

Troubled boy, desperate for me
I lay my eyes on you
And fall for your cruelty

Honey my heart’s got no beat
You left your lighter in my sheets
Rather impetuous, rather weak
 
Smokey you kiss me wild
I run my fingers through your insecurities
Stirring the blankness of your mind
 
Don’t step on my cold floor, with bare feet
I promise no warmth at four
If you walk in that door, for heat
 
You’re a runner, you never unpack
I’m no settler either, I say
Yet every week you’re back
 
Draw the warmth out of my torn chest
To fill yourself up
And rest and rest
 
Make my eyes water
And dry me out until
I light a clove and down a quarter
 
Collect my tears with both your hands and wash them 
Clean of me
Of all sane things, and condemn
 
Wipe my memory clean, knock me out
Choke me with deep kisses
I have an appetite for doubt
 
Leave me with the deafening quiet of my heart
My heart’s got no beat
And you got no heart
 
Troubled boy, desperate for peace
Rip me apart mercilessly
And do as you please
 
Honey my heart’s got no beat
Nothing you can do about it
Nothing you can cheat.

Team

1. Contributor:
   Apoorva Singh​​​​​
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2. Photographer:
   ​Ravindra Patoju
   
   
3. Actress:
   Sriharshini Toleti

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