the ingenuity of this winter night blinding sights and ravished by touch
Tag: senryu
your grim scented softness suffocates the senses
pitch black a hand slips through the veil to find comfort
winter at dawn the old crow’s guttural growl
the subterfuge of glances ready to peel the layers from winter’s skin
revise macabre sentiments to the tune of black gold shadows
the winged oddball ramming itself wall to wall beetle juice anyone
winter fingers reach out and gently grasp at fleeting moments
plain dread brain dead need we say more
dirge of the socially forbidden fruit in the dark before dawn
elancharan gunasekaran 