Monday, September 3, 2007

shyamli twice over

1.

Tread slightly.

Feather-like,

wisplight.

Tread.

As my baby sleeps.

Sound,

breathing,

((cuddled/ bundled,

in my delicate

thread.))


2.

Lithe.

like a Freak-ed Freak.

Madding, Breaking

and slightly drunk it roams,

looking for a roof to hide under.

Slung,

flightlessly mirthless,

across my shoulders.

Flooding my tipping,

Mache ship.

Shrugging my tempest queen.

Sifting for grains

of certain amber crystals.

The storm has come.

The plague is, upon us.

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