Behind bamboo wall
She powders her cheeks white
As wooden clogs bound her feet
How she dreams to be a bird
not a doll with cursed red lips
Photography by Totomai Martinez
Photography by Totomai Martinez
What lies beneath your wintered eyes
Are you hiding a jewel, black as
pain
From a hundred lashes of an
errant word?
What secrets guard your wide gold sleeves
when night comes spinning out of
orbit?
Has bitterness tinged your blood
to rust?
Here is the spark & grit of
desire
Or would a venom of revenge be
fair game?
Once, your laughter was raven’s
delight
As you bargain with harvest moon for
its tales-
Rise & dispel this silence of
ghostly chant –
This dearth of burning fire &
biting moths-
Press your red lips against the
stone
Unbound your robe & step into
light
Posted for D'verse poets Pub - We are writing to the muse of Totomai Martinez photography. thanks for the visit ~
