Storm

the clouds convulse, to clash

a fearsome ravage of altitude

ice shards, screech and gnash

silver linings deform, obtrude

.

this war of wretched weather

will pass unheeded by most

yet those of frenzied feather

attuned to an empyrean host

will revel in heaven’s distress

bristled bellicose, valorous egress

darting, diving, wings flailing

avian sky dappled, unveiling

.

and Indra thus invoked

shall choke the crepuscular rays

so drown the cries of man

cataclysmic

end of

d

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s

 

 

 

Night Vision

prehend a pellucid sigh

from dormant lips a-tremble

seal it in felicitous flask

labelled gasps assembled

.

so delicate a breath

cyclic in nocturnal assail

with shades of soul soon aloft

on mistrals of moistened exhale

.

yet tumbles the silent ask

of shadows seeking answers

as shimmer of nightshade flickers

behold the Cimmerian dancers

.

fickle sleep…shall i defy you?

when wakeful is the dream

till sway of curtain

yields pierce of light

relinquish not

this lover’s sight

Skin

my skin

won’t break

though tainted from scratch

and taunted by branding iron

tremulously inked with tattoo tint

dehydrated, despite monsoon

singed when sun fires through ozone

it shall be a resilient dermal shield

when unsuspecting hearts yield

to the treachery of time

..

there will always be skin

pulled tight over bone

bending

presumed to be a smile

unending

grimacing curve of lip tension

errant betrayal of intention

when puckered with piloerection

wrapping, sealing

neuropathic unfeeling

your skin