Poet of the Month

Every month Moon Tide Press features a different poet to celebrate and bring readership to deserving, diverse voices.  
If you are interested in being featured as a Poet of the Month, or want to nominate a poet, please contact editor@moontidepress.com. 
Pankaj Khemka
March 2021

Pankaj Khemka is a practicing physician who often turns to poetry to express the everyday triumphs and tragedies of the human condition.  His most recent work is forthcoming Star*Line.  He lives in Orange, California, with Floyd the Ficus. 

LOVE LANGUAGES

 

Write me a love poem.

 

Read it to me in the high desert, 

beneath a shower of shooting stars.

 

Tell me how you yearn 

to breathe music into my woodwind,

 

paint your name across my chest 

with your lipstick,

 

press champagne grapes to my lips 

with the tips of your trembling fingers, 

 

drizzle the delicate nectar of your passion 

fruit onto my parched tongue,

 

give me a black velvet box,

fill it with sweet nothings,

 

build us a castle from the bones 

of our ancestors, their skulls staring down at us 

 

in silent awe, 

from the tallest spires of our fortress.

 

Wipe away my tears 

with the hem of that red dress, 

 

the one you dropped 

on my bedroom floor.

 

LITTLE RED LOVES HER GRANDMA

 

Riding-Hood smiles, remembering 

how she used to sit on Grandma's lap 

while Grandma read her fairytales.  

 

But, ever since Grandpa passed, 

Grandma's mind's been disappearing.

Now, because Grandma needs 

 

to be with Grandpa,

Riding-Hood places a revolver

in her wicker basket,

 

a bottle of sherry for after, 

dresses all in red 

in case of splatters.

 

Tears blur her path

through the wintery woods, 

but when she gets to Grandma's house

 

she sees Grandma's tattered 

flannel nightgown on the porch,

bloody paw prints in the snow.

 

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