you are full
of promises you did’nt keep to yourself
she said
to him
to herself-
you whispered
half drowned
i and vapors –
looking down at my feet
you were looking at them too
touching your toes
touching my toes
you traced your name on my feet
‘goddess’
you made me
not human
leaving me on the pedastle from where
i must seek you in solitude
embrace you in aloneness
live quenched for
your touch
you
i am no god
no i want to spread
my being over you
my shoulders covering yours
interlacing my fingers in yours
late in the night
an odd koyel calls out
lost
maybe she left
some stifled nest
to breathe – long- inhaling
this sky yours and some mine
playing with clouds
under a warm october sky
touching my feet
from where i lie
the sky is at my feet
‘goddess’
your whisper
softly carves me into stone again
