Akhil S Behl - Lost

Come Love,

let’s take a walk

to my home.


Let me, in my city,

show you the

nightly whores

I visit

often

when I miss you.


Let me show you

the shroud-less demons

I feast with

while they devour

acid shards

of my soul.


The temple

where gilded

are the skulls

of Gods.

And Myself.

Dead deities.


You ask my love,

trembling,

why must I dwell here -

this unseemly planet?

And yet you know it well.

As well as I.


It is harbored in the little ports,

cracks of your skin,

oozing rancid love.

In the color of your palate

When you laugh

Like soot of burnt age.


Freedom -

morbid,

immoral,

void.

Unlimited

and passionless.

Akhil S Behl

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