#024

Opiate insomnia clouds,
decibels asynchronous on alluvial lips-

rivers perspire,
cold against cheeks of ice,
the night conceiving spells,
silent, like shadows of
her Chinese feet.

stars fall in the mist,
unarrested –

her eyes of crushed sapphire
tempt even lyres of celestial birth.

©Mohana Das

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20 thoughts on “#024

  1. Tempting even lyres of celestial birth–wow, what a love picture that is! Love it. Your poetry is so dense and multi-layered and well worth the re-readings! Thank you, Mohana for this joy and celebration of this specially loved woman!

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