Editor’s Note: A poem can inspire minds in the strangest possible ways. This poem might not find its exact visual representation in the image, but the artist found some words and images from the poem that led him to create this art-piece. It must be mentioned here that the image and poem do not share a one-to-one correspondence and yet the inspiration that the poem extended to the fine-artist somehow makes a case for it to be published in the collaboration section.
Skin aches,
drenched in brine.
Summer months
swell at the fingertips,
dry tongues, calcified bones
melting, exposing all
that’s been rigid in us.
There is a soft expansion,
gasps, the body, a summer terrain
craving a drizzle.
We’re all a strip of land,
heaving, gently or crudely,
our bellies curling
in breathlessness.
Displaced rationality,
tangled chaos,
gratification smiling
amidst damp nuisance,
as heat beckons, humming
against the glowing flesh.
And always, always,
the smell of eucalyptus
canopied over the humid air
to cut through the tantrums.
The world can wait.

