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Rohan P Sep 2019
         suspends space—
too much space—between fringe and
fringe; moonlight
pools through windowsill—
         a mirror of its shadowed self.
Rohan P Sep 2019
The name of our love
is Untitled. She is young,

still, and dances. She wants
to be more, wants to


but her tides are always
out tides. She is

the only moon
shut-in, boxed-up, hemmed;

her light-shadow kisses
against your midnight door.
Rohan P Aug 2019
It is unlatched
so two shades of blue shine
      unseen, darkening.
There is no pale impression from
the ceiling light, just indigo,
      just midnight,
ink on a page unread.
You can’t make out the dust
anymore. You can’t remember
the last notes played here,
Rohan P Jul 2019
I'm sailing static across
new surfaces—
soft waves, soft gusts behind me.

It is giving in.
It is an osmotic tickle on my
skin, a fervor
that flows like water:
high to low.

I'm feeling mute heartbeats
at the passage, feeling it must be
larger than this.
Rohan P May 2019
They are strings of letters unset
from their horizons.
Swollen ink smearing
in air;
their little stalks, serene, suffocated,
like pockets of dust, attended
but in passing. Pieces
of you—agile, remiss—
spark notes in shattered
melody. The dying refrain
only the echoes are staining. She
is like a tumbling highway,
still tumbling through full-stop.
Decay of sibilance;
Varying structural emphases;
Enjambment as emphasis;
Change in reference pronoun;
Line break with em-dash to de-emphasise the natural chiastic connotation of that device.
Rohan P Apr 2019
Blue amorphous tones
waxing darkly.
Her lunge, a vaporous sigh.

And down poured the Pacific:
   callous, immutable, wild.
Rohan P Apr 2019
Remember the headrest—muted
and pasted to your arms.
How it felt to smother in voicelessness.

Remember hair stains, decade-weary leather.
Remember the revolutions around ourselves.

Remember as inky sky purples from sunlight;
Confront the oppressive curls of memory.
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