That Night
He came brimming as a
Conspiracy.
Started loving me fanatically
Like a Dictator
In a state of emergency.
Obsessed with Power
He overthrew my body.
Observed my every move
As if devising a new plot.
He policed me keenly
Like a seditious
statement.
His lips
That night
Resembled the Media
Loaded to seduce
With catchy phrases.
His rough skin
Scratched strange Maps
Altering the entire
landscape in me.
He edited all my words
out
Removed them altogether
With his diplomatic
kisses.
He inserted all his
madness
Revolution, Rage in me.
I shuddered:
An uninterrupted
earthquake.
My Body
A profiteering Factory.
My Hair
An opaque smoke.
My Chest
A Nuclear Plant
In its nascent state.
By the End of the night
When the Wind blew like
News
I could sense
His whole Army in my
mind
Shooting Pain.
He was Satisfied
He declared.
And why should he not
be?
He had dramatically conquered
Another Body/Another Land.
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