I walk towards the lapping waves, calling the night my muse
I swallow the moonlight & taste the effervescene of the pink plumerias;
hush now, you
are rippling limbs & shadowed eyes, suttered in mystery
Yet, stilled in blue, the words quiver in my throat
What was I about to say & do, my love?
I hesitate & let the unspoken be, jousting with the wind. My arms droop at my sides, falling petals, instead of casting spells & weaving stardust
The electricity of the unknown died, and I let the safe harbors of the crowd
embraced me. Plugged me to the drone of bright city lights.
Looking back now, I have left my coat on rocky shores, marked with hues
and shades of fushcia sin;
each one a reminder of the kind of person I would have been*. The wildness
never called me again.
* Original line: " I have left my signatures on rocky shores, marked with hues and shades of fushcia sin; each one a reminder of the kind of person I have been." Of the waters and wild by Sanaa Rizvi
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Dundgeons and Derivatives, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
