the softest clouds on your side of the bed
Month: September 2023
cold dawn the stream that struggles to be the sea
the seas call and bodies answer unapologetic shamelessly bare for the taking
autumn night filled with odd dreams and strange events what more can i ask for
summer still breathing down our necks we wait in sweat
the green parrot calls and we play a game of hide and seek amongst autumn leaves
the closeness of the moist soil against flesh how alike we are
a haze of strangeness lingers in the mind’s eye a mental cataract perhaps
listen and the river will speak its name now say it back
walks along the river gold an old god with a cloud of smoke for a face
elancharan gunasekaran 