But sincerely

a poem by Prasenjit Maiti

She was spread like a fresco against the rock
as I saw her
and so lie down beside me
and we were a lay down one another
spruce with cologne.
I like the way most young women smell
and snuggled to her and
circled her with my wings
scooped her out like dessert
and finally kissed her lips out
mounting her.
My cheeks brushing her soft, tender breasts
our lips were smothered
and bleeding
and we were taken in for moments
eyes closed and serene
like parts of the everlasting stones.
We necked and closed
and it was swell
we laid against each other
just like that
we would be walking away
from our lives soon.