It was on you, now on me, by Ahsan Masood
With you I have learnt
a new way of foreplay.
Black eyes and burnt skin
now fit so seamlessly
into everyday chores.
I only wish you would wait
till the girls have gone to bed.
Because then in the morning
I can always point
to the bottle
and make-believe
a world
of accidents.
After all, who tells lambs
they are raised for slaughter?
~ Shobhana Kumar
Shobhana Kumar was one of the 25 featured poets in Poetry with Prakriti in December 2014. Her recent work has appeared in The Open Road Review and The Missing Slate.
