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nights of my days

Kamila Zguzi
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

I remember
the striking cleanliness of your face
embracing green eyes
and lips
coloured like fire

I remember
3 nights under the Indian sky
and how you ripped a pomegranate in half
the ruby seeds nested in your hands, mouth and hair
I tried to catch them in a cloth
but you told me not to

I remember
your skin wet to the bone dressed in yellows and reds

I remember
rich, swollen earrings dangling from your ears
like figs on a tree

I remember
how we travelled from one corner of the bed to another
away from the sky and the heat
of the evening in Patna

I remember
the hot Madras that burned your lips and made you sweat

I remember
thinking what a lucky man I was
holding your golden body at the bank of the dirty river
letting you sink into the flowers,
broken mangoes and pieces of sandalwood
floating like thoughts

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Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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Kamila Zguzi

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I write when I feel, which is pretty much all the time.

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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