my love, the azured skies
they are too bright for me,
it burns my skin
like the pepperspray
of protesters
fighting to walk alone.
when i look down,
my love, at the sand,
bright yellow specks, slowing to dust
my world is turned
upside-down.
cover my eyes, no,
tear them
out with scalding knives,
and i will beg in the streets of
new delhi because
my heart cannot take the view
of both
the merciless world
and you.