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 each day.
Copyright © 2005-09, Debashish Haar, All Rights Reserved
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EDWIN
I love this so much I want to interfere... Forgive me, but, for me, I might have used "grain by grain" for the words that issue out. You may have deliberately gone for starkness of contrast, but "grain" fits with winnowing and issue (seed, birth), and leads onto landscape (prior to the waves and thirst, that is!) and sets the stage nicely for the sand, snakes and desert storms later... Sorry - you know me... just can't resist! Purely my subjective reading, but of course.
This is such a beautiful poem of love, lust and longing. Adore it, thank you. xx
Regis
In Spirit,
Bear