Tag: Singapore

the grim city exhales like a violent beast that has spent its last breath

a gentle and final word guides the falling feather to a bed of moss

the autumn tide brings memory of warm and dark bodies in carnal debauchery

in the shadows the hunter watches the rustling of autumn leaves a ritual without language

skin is the script i choose to read from as touch ripples across the flesh

a dry leaf on an open path waits for the gentle breeze to guide it into the next phase of life

night learns tenderness but careful not to break its quiet trance

warmth is older than the concept of time a replay of atavistic memories

a gentle fog blooms across the solemn face in the glass

kali’s mail comes on this harrowing day when both mind and body is broken but the soul is in a state of stasis cocooned by the will of the consciousness flesh hurts and cells wail for mercy but the agony does not stop where kali sunders she forges something new something stronger somewhere deep inside of me is an untamed androgynous figure covered in soot shaping the matter and fires of cosmic origin