Cartography
by Debashish Haar — Read all 156 poems by Debashish Haar
Picture: Mouth (Haley Mellin)
Monday, March 27, 2006
You enter my mind, my room,
and winnow the shifting
dune of language glaring at you.
Drip
by
drip the words issue out.
Over the effacing landscape
your shadows take flight,
as the moon scatters waves
in the desert, and a thirst wakes
and builds cages of desire
where sand trickles in,
where your nakedness reclines
and builds castles of sand,
sand that sings and breaks loose.
Murmur of snakes and insects,
the drumbeats of storms,
the screaming and panting of earth,
the shadows that break and make
you whole
erase my progress each day.
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