Annihilations Poem by Rehan Hyder

I didn't come on your back
Fantasy self-immolated in pyre of fear unknown
Lot remains unsettled arrears of words unsaid
Backlog of caresses unborn
The red carpet of all untrodden craggy
Mounts rolled up
You complained not having enough sun
Of my name shining on winding lanes of your body
Shorn of glory, interminably eclipsed nameless-my name
The remains of our limbs on couches vacuumed
The thread that spun emperor's new clothes- nonexistent
Also sketched our orgiastic whispers- untouchable
We fused became one didn't think therefore
Don't exist-