By Anushka Thorat

LOST LOVE


Milky mists splatter a canvas of blue peppers
Corpses of daisies we grew stretch into infinity
Dewy grass coats the buried, coarse mud 
Our shallow roots tangle like grey spools of yarn. 

Delicate china teacups clink together hesitantly
Pale pink petunias adorn the ashen ceramic
Skins gleam in the twilight through a halo of disquiet
The fading scent of Venus inebriates us whole. 

The ambrosia of amour overflows our cups
Yet before ruby lips touch the cool metal
The warm liquid trickles down into the dirt
Among the unsnarled roots cleaving away.

Anushka Thorat
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