I want to commune with rain and for the rain to be merciful
Work etc. you know the drill. Have a poem:
GHAZAL
Not even our eyes are our own... - Frederico Garcia Lorca, The House of Bernarda Alba
I want to tune in to the surface, beside the mayfly
listen to how she holds her decorum on the skin of the pond.
I want to sequester words, hold them in stress positions,
foreignate them, string them up to ripen on vines.
and I want to commune with rain and for the rain to be
merciful, a million tiny pressures on my flesh.
I refuse to return as either rose or tulip but wish
to be planted under the desiring night sky.
I want to be concentrated to a line under the pleat of your palm
and for it to radiate opalesque under shadow.
I want God's fingers to break and for you to watch as I
fold over my sleeve, reveal the detail of my paling wrist.
- Mona Arshi
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GHAZAL
Not even our eyes are our own... - Frederico Garcia Lorca, The House of Bernarda Alba
I want to tune in to the surface, beside the mayfly
listen to how she holds her decorum on the skin of the pond.
I want to sequester words, hold them in stress positions,
foreignate them, string them up to ripen on vines.
and I want to commune with rain and for the rain to be
merciful, a million tiny pressures on my flesh.
I refuse to return as either rose or tulip but wish
to be planted under the desiring night sky.
I want to be concentrated to a line under the pleat of your palm
and for it to radiate opalesque under shadow.
I want God's fingers to break and for you to watch as I
fold over my sleeve, reveal the detail of my paling wrist.
- Mona Arshi
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/848069.html.
people have commented there.