with the memory of trees firmly scenting my thoughtsthese long forests begin to bend and colour
disintegrating in front of me like formless vapors
caught in this dwelling place images begin to form
dense palettes of fire, splintering into stems and cracks
directionless in their outpouring,
the rain opens pictures in its veil
transluscent skin coveted in sikkimese shawls
raiments deafening in their brilliance
she walks between the slivers of gold
her touch stark and pressing
like tormented passages of clouds
feeding the open ether with desire
the calm poison of love quenched and suffocating
as fingers grasp dying hair, dulled by the wind
and a thousand unspoken promises.
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