Blue hour

Please, no more sighing eyes-- instead

let’s run away to Rajasthan, imagine:

dusty candy-bar wrappers smearing sand.

There, stones bleed colors seeping skin
--will we forget ourselves by morning?
whirling just enough, smog-steeped
snakebite throbbing on your neck &
imagine: it’s my venom.

How long do we have left? After

sunrise splits our bones to feed its fire,

will you still trust me?

A mouth-moving voiceless reply, another
fading desert dance-partner I thought
could be you-- my Sheherezade, ours
before abandoned dawn sneaks across
a single grey hair, light-singed pink.

And your hands find my breast, coax out poems, 

until the world wakes & we pretend not to know each other, 

except on mountains,

and motorcycles.