Peach
By Sayani Mukherjee

Peaches for summers 
Easy going smooth finish. 
Drilling of my internals 
I deny in small whispers. 
Quiver a word a little too bold
As the climax turns up-
After all those
Unspoken unspoiled earthings
When the room gets too much exposed
I put on 
Aromatic screens facades 
Goldfishes a little bit safe 
To draw up 
An innocent plaything like a peach. 
To shut down
Testing the waters when the crowd drops on. 
At the midnight quake
A little quibble, a dripping of dew. 
Inhaling innuendos
Amidst a thorny rose
The peach does its job.