the slow deliberate drip of candlewax on flesh patterned after deviant symbols
Tag: poetry
the eastwind holds its breath and with a sigh drifts apart
i pray: that your dreams be kind to you tonight
even you can grow gardens from silence
breaths merge and for a heartbeat the room softens
the autumn air holds hope for humanity as they wet their fingers in mist and carve a path through the unknown
self burial under bedsheets until the birdsong returns
tabula rasa: your touch a soft reset on the soul
built us a kingdom of quiet to last us a lifetime and more
down the cold autumn coast we drift in peace bodies close but never touching minds fixed on the destination islands of sentient flesh we’ve become desiring with the depth of dark waters which we sail upon
elancharan gunasekaran 