Slimy (poem)

                                                                  photo (c) Vijeta Dahiya

                                                                

I was held in lichens

    Covered with moss

Frozen to the core

    So slimy and gross

Slippery to touch

    Immunized unreceptive

My skin held down

    The nerves as captive

One day an insect

    Happened to bite

I shrieked in pain

    But half in delight

Pain, on my dead veins

    It sensuously gnawed

Tickled by the poison

    Their numbness thawed.

Raging through pores

    The sublimated zeal

Even if it were pain

    Ah! having to feel.

Wallowing in this feel

    I can think of nothing

Dreamily I recuperate

    From the intense sting.