Relapse

Oysters devoured raw with lemon,
the sun turning burned orange, its warmth
slips teasing my citrus lips,

The tongue of fire,
tell me once,
Is this all real:
silence amidst unquestioning brightness.

Would I not relapse, into the same room again
with a finished pinot noir on the floor?
the tongue needing a flood,
lungs: a river of smoke
and the heart: a sea of troubles.

5 thoughts on “Relapse”

Khwahish S says:

Such a way with words, man. I love the last lines.

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June 19, 2020 at 10:01 pm Reply
- Shashank Bhardwaj says:
  
  Thanks 🙂
  
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  June 19, 2020 at 10:26 pm Reply
Sahithi Nallapareddy says:

Hi Shashank , I love reading your blog, so I have nominated you for The Ideal Inspiration Award ☺️..Please do accept https://sahithinallapareddy.wordpress.com/2020/06/30/ideal-inspiration-blogger-award/

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June 30, 2020 at 3:25 pm Reply
- Shashank Bhardwaj says:
  
  Sure will reply by tomorrow 🙂 Thanks a lot
  
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  June 30, 2020 at 10:32 pm Reply
  - Sahithi Nallapareddy says:
    
    My pleasure
    
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    June 30, 2020 at 11:14 pm

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