Lacrimosa Postcard (collaboration with Uma)

does the so-marked blemishes
of a fated cratering moonface
 
diminish any of a full-lighted
night…this ‘chitra pournami’
 
holds no sins or secretive vices
or any other’sided anonymities…
 
…to be in counts…when sacred fire
of our ‘one’ third eye chakra burns
 
i descend down to your call
as a carved out live silhouette…
 
in our streets o love, the sunred
festive strings of lanterning rows
 
…spread out as as versing dreameye
figments…in lousy~poemblooms
 
Concussed by the moon on her dress
Cognitive coronets mine my skull,
She danced all night on this balcony
Opened poppy of her gestalt body.
 
Sifting dreams through sonnet-glass window
Stanzas stain our library’s broken clock,  
golden streaming in      
numinous    sunlight raylets,   through the in numerous   sieve-suns,
The first footprint of morning mist
Treads mute mizzle on lovers’ lips.
 
the pinks of my yearning in~skirt
have given way to thinning ribbons
in threaded separation... swanning
in sensually unfurling flags.. over
the bulging calves to sterning ankles
in its awaited yielding vulnerability…
 
,,,,,,,, hiraeth ,,,,,,,,
 
Some night, somebody dies in our dreams,
Comfort in the music of rains and shuttling trains.
Our shadows exist in the tidal veins,
Splitting water, nothing more divine
Than the mourning oceans between us,
Songs of withered limbs and wintered fragrance.
 
Candelabra(de) fuses light to the bone,
But do we merely scrabble around  
With words to find identity?
 
The sail in the sky
opens up as colloidal eyerush of golden~ silver
sun~ moon pools in constant colliding chaos
called 'us'.  home