palm lines and prophecies of an untold destiny
Tag: literature
running after receding waves only to fill the soul with seawater
slip down into the underside and remember to feel nothing
in the beginning what came first the moon of course
scalpel eyes that carve away at the illusion do you see it as i do
last days of summer the tongue becomes an extension of the blade
feelings consumed raw by the moonlight
hugging the shoreline until the first rays of light drive the demons from the bay
pleasure is a sleepless night amongst rough waves
not just cosmic dust but a bonfire ablaze in this universe
elancharan gunasekaran 