panic


The last of gravedigger’s wives
wriggles while bathing,
neck cold as leaves shivering –
aftermath of rainy nights.

Several hours ago, rubbed
against jute, storm after storm
inexplicably sweet lashes burned

her faint-less skin brown.
Growing brown, her fingers
excavate down his shoulders
where fireflies would drown.

Yet. In cold night dreams
he clumps lightning in her ears,
her body melts in his palms

of mud and skin.

(jun6 – jun25, 2010)

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  1. Ah, that was very sensual and vivid. Loved very much :

    Yet. In cold night dreams
    he clumps lightning in her ears,
    her body melts in his palms …

    It’s like I was the one with the melting body there …

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