You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Monday, April 13, 2009


1. R
wounded lights
electric that lash
the grass
on your eyes
like mantle smoke
that scorches
high end fashion
ribs fall open
when music thuds
on her skin
she shouts loud

2. R
I felt it
the drops in you
the neurosis that
the musk
that is steady through
Silence of
purple wounds

3. K
Blue night
And the moisture
on your palace
the heat
that seals my lips
mood is
a moment's season
that looses in
the maze of your hair
And when love
unbuttons the chest
It happens
liquid flowers
for a summer
with you.


a few from caledonia said...

purple wounds now bear the colour red...

Kunal said...

Where's the 'Acrostic' in this?

ColorSpot said...

acrostic is ur doubt...:)