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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Words to the panther lady



Painting by Rimi



-1-


Lines on wet glass

drenched with cobbled laughter,


dream staircases go up in smoke


the panther lady visits the town

with a bag of pink flowers.


Inside your wet, melanin eyes

the dream changes station.


-2-


The night has a strong taste of skin.


The train melts through the mind

remembering the lips that burnt in Siberia.


Only the desert children smile

as they play with the corpse of rain.


-3-


You will watch the walls form

inside your laughter.


You will watch the leopard

kiss your dream,


as the mirror

fractured like ice poles,

will record the scent of your fingers.



6 comments:

Marja said...

"as the mirror
fractured like ice poles,
will record the scent of your fingers. Great line
Great poem and picture. Hope all is fine. Arohanui Marja

Diptanjan Sarma Purkayastha said...

nice ending

Poet in flames said...

@ Marja

Thanks a lot. Hope u r doing well too.

@ Diptanjan

Thanks. :-)

bARE-eYED sUN said...

still don't know what the heck yer talkin about, :-(

but,
its me, not you.

thank you for sharing. :-)

..
.ero
.

sujaan said...

'Only the desert children smile

as they play with the corpse of rain."


lovely line :) great post!

deepteshpoetry said...

thanx. :-)