freedom – Page 17 – elancharan gunasekaran

the first word arrives: to drink from the darkness of dreams

after the rain: the city hungers for a taste of neon lights and broken souls

i remember you: each scar honoured with touch and silence

my shadow holds down the fort as i step outside to war with the summer rain

summer i vow: to treasure your softness for all eternity

dark: is the language spoken by my skin that you secretly crave

that which brings you joy: if my heart should rupture take me to the coast and watch over as i breathe life again

in the quiet of night summer clouds fill the dark sky with stories of a darker time before

you can tell the lifeless shells from the gods the ones who enjoy every drop of rain and the ones who avoid it like the plague

exit subway: summer morning and the rain serenades the living dead