Anosha Islam Poetry

Pierced through the flesh
And right to the heart
The ecstacy of
St. Theresa
And as her body twists
Beneath the folds
Of her elegant
Flowing robe

And I rubbed my arm raw
In the shower last night
Put it under the water
And it burned just slightly
And I felt the wind
Whip through my jacket
As I was walking home
In the afternoon

And as the sun poured in
On my bed this morning
Her angel descended
Down on me
And it took a blade
And it pierced my flesh
And my head fainted back
And I let out a scream of passion

And as my body twists
Beneath the folds
Of the flowing robe
Of the sheets on my bed

Poet: Angel Esclave