Today

I imagined you
at that little table
sitting as the locals do
Early in the morning
with an espresso at hand
Your eyes adjusting
Skin warmed by sun
And the aroma of languid
Curling off you like smoke

At one time....
I wished it could be me
Sitting next to you
Tasting the sugar on pastry
still flakey from the oven
or walking on cobbled ambiguity
in tempo enough with gods
while sipping a wine
of living and loving sweetly

At one time….

words © malai carrara
photography © nausher banaji

An eclipse cast by inky eyes
....drawing boundaries
....drowning light
And she is suspended in the moment

The sour taste of indecision
...mouth parched
...throat tightened
a fog-like silver ochre spilling a suffocating haze

And ghosts hover in dust
...waiting for surrender
...waiting for the light of day
by the stained window of expectations

words © malai carrara
photography courtesy of Klas Falk, Sweden

I feel what you feel in you
Emotional might of gladiators
skin soft as velvet
sweet glances of anticipation
while you seek my full mouth

I feel what you feel in you
The intertwining of our fingers
Resplendent and secure
The sinuous curves of language
Dissolving over skin

I feel what you feel in you
Your voice ascending mountain-tops
Silhouetting doubts
The closeness of our incense
Evaporating sweet

and as each moment
takes its place in memory
by now you must know my love
I feel what you feel


words © malai carrara
photography © nausher banaji

my invaded soul and paled heart
in alchemy i am curled
on white sand inconsolable


words © malai carrara
photography © nausher banaji

a sprinkling of limb
languidly draped under glow
warming the ache of alone 


© malai carrara

I loathe the taste of bland
And its contaminating effects
it leeches into veins like infection
an unbearable itch

but there is solace on cool planes of porcelain.
Bitters expel from my throat
And drift on sandalwood smoke
to circle the quiet

The quiet... within cimmerian walls
Where I banish myself from the temporal grip
Of whirling dervishes of prosaic dialogue
and celebrity gossip

Oh let me be
I want to slip into obscurity
Left alone with only my thoughts for companion
If only for just a short time




words © malai carrara
Photography by TrixyPixie

Drawn to a silhouette feathering
a shadowy portrait awaits you aqueous
over my placid blue your fingers wade
touching the edge of calm

words by malai carrara
painting by Fabian Perez