When your body is a palimpsest

and other women have left kisses

on your skin;

I search for a little spot

to imprint a lipstick mark–

smoked Berry On Top…

And I imagine the rain

as we lie in the open

covered by the quilt

of the evening sky…

Only this

when your body is a palimpsest

and there’s no difference between

my lips and ink.

~ Jagari Mukherjee

 Kolkata, India