When the worlds fell
away around us -
when the fires ceased to melt our skies -
to melt and contract them into formless, shiny time.
some blue and grey, others ash, white - and
pale yellow at sponged moments when
we thought we were away.
Oh, we were away - and how I
soaked up sadness like litmus,
turning a shade of blue - toes first.
What were you doing then - is
what I know not to ask, and yet do -
were you bound, from the neck down in
the forever sands mincing at
your throat, were you bound too ?
thus ? like me ?
A wave front drowned the desert, they say -
and oh, the people - other people - they talked.
A wave front passed us - sliding against the mirrors -
us - as the bedcover slides over the bed - unknownly
to the almost asleep, slowly.
And yet over the waves, over the
valley of your sumptuous dunes -
I saw your lovely crescent moon -
iridiscent with moist colours,
it was gifted with, by the skies -
our very own skies,
and left me buried in the dark.
~ Shombuddho ~
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