Few feathers, somewhere...

Few feathers, somewhere...

It rained, he says,
and has been, ever since.

(...something important to say...)

Like him, there have been
A few, enamoured by this snake-dance.

(...too young for sad verse...)

Wandering eyes falter now, soften
At the doe-eyed innocence of my charms.

(...should meet up some day...)

.
.
.

(Few feathers, somewhere strewn...)

I have lost my feathers, ever since
I hatched out of this shell, for you.

(I have discovered...)

Man once learnt to converse
God never taught how to unlearn.

(And you once told me...)

A morning glory that blossoms eternally
There is never a dawn for it.

(Then does he not see...)

My bare brazen fingers tear
Nude flesh beneath my chafed skin.

Mar 5th, 2009.