Poems: “Pebbles”

In Peterborough the swans
seemed idograms of our falling in love
hands tinged, at the shore
restless clouds’ wings
had to mark that step
in the womb of a missing faith
the compartment was half empty
your shoes were covered in immanence

your eyes, on my shoulders, seemed pebbles
a tilaka opening my forehead
digging a bruise in my heart
as black as potassium
phenols oxidized

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s