by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Shut her lips my forgetfulness
with your memory words,
then shut me.
Heard her beforedrowning you
in her tousled hair?
Were you lost counting her petals
of night fires?
Shut her flesh upon your forgetfulness
her liquid streaming
in memory's 24 carat pain
where she was, , where she is,
was she, alone in the darkness
crazy for the one thing
while looking for another
that chocolate feeling
streaming down her running hands
love making
among the burning dolls?
From:
The Zong
Copyright ©:
Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Last updated May 31, 2012