the night is my truest love
come to life. The lullabies
soothe like the shallow stream
rounds the sharp pebbles
therapeutically. Your mouth
now the extension of the curve
that begins on my own and
then becomes aflame.
i am not yet dead and cold –
but I am steeled
the darkness is the furnace
that has forged me. the floor
a peaceful mother of pearl.
the silence a lover
that appeases my nerves.
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
03.01.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
the night is my truest love
come to life. The lullabies
soothe like the shallow stream
rounds the sharp pebbles
therapeutically. Your mouth
now the extension of the curve
that begins on my own and
then becomes aflame.
i am not yet dead and cold –
but I am steeled
the darkness is the furnace
that has forged me. the floor
a peaceful mother of pearl.
the silence a lover
that appeases my nerves.
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
03.01.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Companion poem to The Waning.
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