By: Jeshtha Kamra

While our bodies share its secrets
In all its mistiness
Our memories bake
into blackened bricks.

I keep searching you

Between our melting bodies
and frozen minds.
Blindfolding reality
Into the maddening swirl
of shameless confessions.

In our broken reveries
I imprint the space between the tired remnants
Of two carcasses
With synthetic idealism-

Standing at the opposite brinks
Of a counterfeit idyll
We stare at the frigid ground
of aborted memoirs.