Like cold air passing through lips -Saradha Soobrayen
December 6, 2012, 7:34 am
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I shall think of you as my ventriloquist,
lying under the cedar trees. Your lips
unreadable, my mouth daydreaming:
journey, draining, geranium.
My head heavy more with rhymes than sleep,
resting on your arm, near the shadow’s edge.
The fragrance of wood neither green
nor brown, but shallow blue.
Your compliments lodged in me
like harvest mice nesting under leaves,
foxgloves at our feet, the north winds singing.
My ear as dumb as corn and too far gone,
to catch your heart closing like a gate behind me.


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