You live in the deeper recesses of the fort surrounded by villages in the mind of a dust-storm and in an air thick with voices of the heart. days creep by amidst cracked skin and charpoy ropes as evenings close in within the big gates. goats and camels share a fervent tale of heat and madness huddled with men in nooks of night.
Far beyond a jingle of payals and a swish of blue adorning your breasts in a corridor touched by a moonshine my mouth hunts riding your breath tonight.