Ghost Of A Bloodstain Poem by Pinaki Dewan

Black hole sun, won't you come? *

Across my eyes, you waver
like a moth inside a jellyfish.
Between my teeth, you wrangle
like a shooting star without a wish.
I have been looking for this
painful revelation but escapes
it from my fingers open
wide like empty, quiet audio tapes,
descending underneath the
music and recoiling in the sun.
Meet me behind the bridge new,
rapping the exfoliated fun.
Kiss me at the old street, slow
and without remorse, resounding lust.
No love there's 'neath the hate, no
shining metal sleek beneath the rust.
Just follow through, without much
talk, soon anyway, we shall all burst.
We've filled our ways with needles:
we are vampires, just without the thirst.