There’s a fantasy, at the surface of my spine
It flutters into your arms like a Gothic Romance choking on its own saliva
I spill the rainbows that you planted in my bladder ~ an acid leaves my body crawling on all fours,
There’s a lullaby growing in my belly & with every kiss, you extract a note from it until every syllable is infused with your name
A name this territory knows all too well, a fantasy that speaks my name like it’s the only poetry that matters; the only fiction worth realization.
-Nameera Anjum Khan