The prow slips into dark, easing vortices, stilled

To the shape of a shark, he swells, and swollen enters—

Sundry oceanic angels with measly fins

And gigantic teethy members, masticating,

Is biting not eroticism’s private luxury? 

Orgasmic cries of ships railing against the wave,

Their keels open as fractionating limbs to turbid water, 

disembogued fusillade, in the ocean all is penetration—

Every Angel is terror. The breast heaves as the mast,

In a whiteness of space, obnubilates, 

The breast, their wings, that mast, 

And his shudder as he comes, darkly,

Easily, a shark is silence filling out on itself,

Not the limber of breasts, rosy petalling

Of thighs, cloying words, or her sighs,

Only a stygian expanse, foundational un-levelling,

To consume, engorged, a body’s usury.

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Asmi Kartikeya is a student of Literature based in New Delhi, India. She is currently engaged in writing her first full length novel. Her writing tackles the complexities of identity, art and queerness. Find her on X: @kafka_aise_kyun