Sunday, October 5, 2008

first things

as night you will climb the skies
whispering disembodied winds
will lap your gaunt skull
as a foetus you will banish the first groping hands
your arms supine sharing my bed...a bed perhaps a womb...a coffin..
where nocturnal rites make noise like the first gravel.
your cry carrying the first flood at the larynx of dawn.


a-fool-such-as-i said...

a humane way of expressing departure :)

gamchawalla said...

it was actually about love, i was 17 just finding out my own sexuality...