Dancing Shiva

 

Atacama-

I’m dust re-settling

 

On shifting sands

When chinook of your memories halts

 

A wave less eternity of stillness-

In thousand hands of a dancing Shiva

 

Fogging strum and drang of your absence

Furrowed as ripples on my every dune & dyke

 

Sea

 

Neath a blue umbrella

I’m a clammed lake

Plumping down at the foot of the sea

 

Seagulling the wavy upheavals and

Livid tumult frothing its stormy depths

 

Lucently I gather only the quiet tranquil

Of the sky

Salt away all the angst in the belly of my deep

 

 

Wax

 

I melt in wax of our poetry

Enkindled in crimson flame of words

 

In balmy amber warmth lay

Bits of me and crumbs of you scattered

 

As jasmine musk’s of our shapes

Softly fades in our starry stares

And dewy sighs

 

Last of dusky ether

Will have soaked and lushed our names

 

August

 

August of your absence

First chill of sullen night

Runs to the bones

 

I flail bedcover of reminiscences

Lint of your hearts and flowers resettles

 

Today I reach for closet of cuddles and cosset

For today I want to sleep in quilted comfort of your snug memories

 

Candle

 

U n c o I l

Your violets   your lavenders

Your waning twilight

 

B a s k

In glory of sandalwood oils

Covet in craves of golden limbs

 

As shallow curves

Slide in fervent swells

 

S o a k e d

We light our world in attar warmth

Of our undoing

 

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