Boats
My
dreams are tiny boats
-
struggling
to traverse
the tumultuous ocean of your eyes -
circling
your irises
- struggling to reach the shore.
Tooth to Tongue
oh,
but it is indeed true
kiss
carefully, for the sweetest tongue
has the sharpest tooth
Nomad
Strange
nomadic heart
resting
in tents of free thought;
living in ruins
Love after lockdown
my head on your chest
your heartbeats tap my temples
your breath, my fresh air
Shiksha Dheda is a South African of Indian descent. She uses writing to express her OCD and depression roller-coaster ventures. Sometimes, she dabbles in photography, painting, and baking lopsided layered cakes.
Her
debut poetry collection has been released with Alien Buddha Press
She rambles annoyingly at Twitter: @ShikshaWrites. You can find (or ignore her) at https://shikshadheda.wixsite.com/writing/poetry
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