Fugitive Presences

By Kalyani Bindu

You leave traces of your meek presence

in the grotto of my inner eye -

fossilized possibilities,

lackluster remnants of time.

My lungs silently detonate in an asthmatic swell.

Fetishes return as you materialize.

A shadow burns my back. 

The blue drone in your mouth is a fly in my eyes.

Hands pierce a river of plasma.

Our napes sing a transcendental song. 

You leave traces of a lonely muse,

harpooning fugitive presences.