Fluttering leaves that discover the serpents uncoiled
rain on a mother’s bleeding breast
and awaken the Dead Eyes, drunk from stricken desire
but consumed by the atom split when panic feigned pleasure.
May Dragons enflame, and blossoms vomit ash
when fledglings encircle fences that unbind.
May the Woods entomb the glittering moonlit tanzanite
in a womb of intoxicated flesh.
And when hidden routes flood the borders
and Mortar holds only petals,
May soiled bones be forgiven
and the Soul be unbound.
Tanisha Bhana – 10 Dec 2011
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