And Today I Shall Celebrate

And today I shall celebrate
Of love of longing of a reddish hue
Of my pulsating clit that throbs

When I know you

Hooted winks that rest on my curves
And returning to an empty floor
Of a parched mouth longing for rum
And of dismay because it is eight
And the streets are dark and the men are drunk

And you can’t be because you’re alone

And today I shall celebrate
Of smoke from my nostrils
And of tubes of the plastic coconut honey paste
That keeps these curls just as you know them

Tight wild and lost

And today I shall celebrate
Because this bottle is over
But my words are not
Nor the love the longing or the reddish hue

Of things that were old but now seem new

And today I shall celebrate
Because it has been long due.




The Wayward Cloud

Neha