See how I sprain
My neck, my waist
As I twist in your light!
Spare once a glance
At my eager face
Its lilting passion
The want, the pursuit it betrays!
I'm larger
Wider
Wombing much more light,
But this distance
This sweet, arching distance
Twains us like a mirror
You appear on the left, me right
You larger, me diminutive!
I'm rendered
With nothing but desire
In the grandness of this illusion
What is to be done
Than seek you, O moon, my?
Deign to bend
An inch, a small light year
Let, if nothing,
Your shadow touch my lips
And some fruition occur
To this twig-tailed rhapsody!!
-
Chandni Girija
Jan 31, 2017
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