Piu Mahapatra

The flesh is your, honey,
But let me keep my bones
For a dog, dark and brown,
It’s genital unknown…
As it waits through the noon
Darker than the nights,
The glass panes are blue behind the tree line.

Keep  my bones, dear,
Collar bones? Spare!!
For it to crush and crunch
In it’s darkest despair,
As here the snow freezes slowly to ice,
Hazing the sill and drooping the pines.

Consume my folds!
They are your’s  forever!
Lumbers of the spine
Unassembled, for a taker,
Trembling in anguish
It’s water bowl’s dry…
Plunge in my heart Poet,
In the days of goodbye.