from things that shed scales i learned love
the bog witch reassures us: identity my love changes with the seasons
in dreams we dance along the fair folk to unlearn human barriers
wrapped in the tendrils of incense the body remembers rituals never taught
the autumn forest has always been a safe place for unfinished forms
like berries you’re warned not to taste: poisonous lips
a familiar tide of warmth washes over cold bodies and eradicates karmic indoctrination
the void reached out and i felt no urge to explain
cages dissolve in the autumn rain revelations of the mind and flesh will not be policed
i returned to bed with the monster knowing it was simply an honest being
elancharan gunasekaran 