THE SORCERER
Nandini Sahu
We are used
to seeing each other
crawling like
lizards or
hanging from
the bed posts, ceilings
while the
insects of our desire
encircle
us. Tonight
once again
the rain was sonorous
and you
strung me up like a
tissue paper,
while the thick air
around
struggled to heal me
amid the blue
leaves and the yellow flower.
You flowed
over my universe like flood
in the night
rain, you climbed up
my branches
like a spider and
rested there
as long as you wished, while
my poetry
book was crushed under your
hot, prickling pillow. I built
a wall of darkness.
You were
feverish like some sorcerer
Trying hard
to part the air
Hesitating
guilty sometimes.
When
everything stopped except the wind
when my
many-armed, heavy-bodied
strange –
like – death soul was captured,
or at least
you thought you’ve captured,
you relaxed a
little, and slept.
You never
know, tonight, once again,
I exiled you while you were
seeking refuge.