she sat in darkness,
her face glowing from...
poetry resides at the tips of your fingers, you...
i know this intimately, because i saw the sun rise...
after the monsoons
puddle the red earth into clay...
your tongue is the lands where
i harvest sugarcanes and dates...
the sounds are getting louder
and the wick is losing its fire...
You often flare in darkness,
and I see you in the dim side...
I play "Gymnopédie No. 1" to a home
busy with ghosts and painted apathy...
I often lay awake at night
somewhat due to insomnia...
Here?
I told you. Gloomy are the days of the...
Last night, I looked in
the mirror, and wasn't...
Why bother speaking
when you question all I've said...
They swayed
into darkness...