By Rajsi Sharma
love’s lovely lies
you whisper swift well
our recipe of love, though
tastes like hell
low-flame hope I ignite
you blow until it dies
I toss spoonful sugar in
you coat it on your lies
help me slice some care I ask
you rather stab my back
ouch, you slit a corner of your finger
I watch you bleed in black
I play groovy music
you watch from the door
aware I dance when I cook
you break glass on the floor
a medium flame would've done us good
you turn it high and watch me burn
when the flames for a second feel like heaven
we’re cooking sweet poison I learn
my heart is bruised, my back is bleeding
you tell me the recipe’s complete
I’m in pieces, you’re at peace
“dinner’s ready! love”, let’s sit and eat