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Issue 14 – WITNESS
My Lover’s Muse
His lips taste her ghost; her shadow remakes my skin. Boundaries blur in absent love.
January 4, 2026
Their skins have never touched.
This I know.
But on his lips, I taste honey
of a dark forest’s blossoms.
She blinks in and out of his eyes
like a secret, like a distant moon
pulling restless tides of him
beneath his smiling face.
Some nights his mouth
on my pale throat
remakes my skin
in her caramel hue.
From our bed, I watch him
churn the ocean of his soul
with ink and lines and syllables.
She rises from his pages,
like a witch,
like a curse,
like luminous ruin—
and I cannot tell
their shadows apart.
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Saraswati Nagpal
Saraswati Nagpal is a Forward Prize-nominated Indian poet, writer of myth & fantasy, and classical dancer. She is Co-Editor at The Winged Moon literary substack, and is published in The Atlantic, Atlanta Review, Acropolis, Dust, SAND, The Hooghly Review and others, besides international anthologies. She has been nominated for four Best of the Net and a Pushcart Prize for her poems. Her debut poetry collection is Drench Me in Silver (Black Bough, 2025). Find her @saraswatinagpal