Broken Kisses On Brown skin

Broken kisses on brown skin
Careless exit of breath taken in
A hopeless prayer in semi mute
Deep despair flailing
Goddess in the nude

This world spinning so topsy turvy
The road just keeps on walking all over me
And the distance wears out my weary soles
Feet are tingling on burning coal
Cold thorns trickle down my
Emptied spine
My throat feels dry like a heavy parchment
Lined with misery in circling rings
and I will have to be easy
On my sins

So I wait it out perfectly
Hiding quietly within myself
Wanting nothing and nobody
To notice a grief
Which exists to spite itself.

So many dawn whispers
From a tender loving witch
While she lives her wispy
Dreams
Woven into your life and death
Garments of my wonderment

At stony dusk spilt blood sunset
The black vapors evaporate
And disperse the vestiges of
Such sadness dreamt
Poetry becomes the
Power of bereavement. .

I came across this bridge
This charming stony woodbrine ridge
This sweet supple soft balance
This life that sheds sun diamonds
Into the wandering mist

And ere it carries me out of my cares
And flails me of even despair

My soft goodbye sung low
Wish you well
And that's the most
A lost poem may do.

(c)  Amrita Valan 2015