Wednesday, 15 February 2012


Reaching for you
On the other side of glass
I strike my own reflection.
Yearning for Flesh with Flesh
Blood with Blood
Spirit with Soul
Thought to Thought
Heart to Heart
Cliches, meaning lost
Like sand in an hourglass.
Turn me over.

Like Shiva, I would think you a river
if I wasn't sure you'd drown in it. 
Swept away on my Narmanda
Thoughts are the undertow.
Thinking is all I can do.

 I would be your wheel-horse
I would carry you, though
My steps are slow
My hide scarred by
The lash I've laid on it.
You could be my driver,
if you'd take the whip.

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