A crimson shadow at the doorstep -
A shadow of longing, lengthening
like the milky way stretched taut
All across the cosmic floor.
Time which was but a dot,
slowly fills, and stretching
to count the numerous, variegated,
Unworded thoughts, and words
                                               unstated,
in suspension in the electric air
Charged and muted like stupefied birds.
A step within - and change hurtles itself
on accomodating change.
The protean animal melts and fits
in a smooth, moist, amorphous motion
into the new mould, the new confines
or is it the world which has
expanded into this distension.

 

The air shies as the new world shines
wet beads like distant stars
lighting her body like the night -
A hint of bluish red - fire -
that are her solemn eyes
An immensity of pain braided
with viscous sweet desire.
Drags you from the mire
draws you, edges you close
Still hugging the shadows -
A drawing of the sheets, as she
lies there, still as a painting.
A painting of the severe skies
and the eyes of a black widow
tripping over mountain tops,
sombre and nice. smooth. mellow.
slowly, the shadow inches on,
clouds covering the white,
and the night smiles
to bare its teeth of time.