by Anishka Kataria
Photo by Anishka Kataria
browsing aisles
and i keep coming back
to you,
your crisp, white, pristine perfection-
ah. i want you so bad.
the bank account is dwindling
and my mind is whirring
so i try to look at the others
and forget about you but
there you are.
beckoning.
your soft fall a siren’s song-
careful embossing like
rose petals
caressing my eyelids;
i have to have you.
even as i touch you i know it will end in disaster.
one wine spill and
it will all be over
but my god
you’re so beautiful.
i swipe the damn credit card.
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