..................................Pod Loci
Veins itch at
............open windows; wee moonshine upon the dead
on toes, simmering
moon-face rustling up lips to be intoned past set aside
Fear fingers drumming lolly-headed
four-poster fashioned in
the early sixties dawn
flecks on thermopiles of iron,
love of the Peri workout feed
burring out dreaming eyes, limbs warmed to magic.
Arkava Das is from
Blogs at www.asmotheringrock.blogspot.com.
