the rain at last a love letter to the vagrant soul
Tag: monostich
swear fealty to the designs of your pale flesh
dim the moonlight the clouds stutter and struggle to rain
more names for the disease as the pleasure grows
in the absence of rain imagine this body without a soul
what’s left of humanity is circumcised for the pressures of contemporary living
the cloudy face of the summer sky in mad phases of day and shadow
five moons to contend with what will the heavens say of my woes
each limb assigned a season and a saint
your moans influence and subtly shape my dreams
elancharan gunasekaran 