Between cup and lip
30 March 2016
I listen
To chatter of birds
They carry
Your heartbeat
The sound of oncoming spring
Gushing in fountains
Hark renew
Millenary faith
In footsteps
Of mother
Sunken grounds bear the mildew
Of past green composts
Mark my words
We will dance to bond
Written high
In the sky
Spelling a wit’s exercise
Miss stakes of the wise
Feel the touch
It speaks of precious
Breath luscious
Blowing soft
Upon nape crawling aloft
Serpentine pathways
Seek the chain
Unlock written tense
Future spent
Past pretense
Words a string of hope and pain
Makers of the rain
Rent a room
With a view to buy
Estates grasp
Fingers clasp
Joint prayers to funerals
Of the heaving boom
Speak promise
Of shadowed sunshine
Cool mist weighs
Balanced rhythms
Your step foretelling my hip
Between cup and lip
Reading of the poem:
Addicted – Waldeck
So Black & Blue – Waldeck
Midsummer Night Blues – Waldeck
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