Pivot

rub, rub
this ripple of water
on my lips
that twitch & break.

A lotion of rain,
winds collected in my eye
and a nude vase of arm,
that hums a cerulean sigh.

An acoustic of roses
swivelling my nerves
a blue vacant vein
now full & warm.

rub a spot of clouds
onto my bosom of emptiness.
a tongue only knows moisture
a tongue only knows a life beneath.

A joy emerges
from the shamble
of splintered life.
rub, rub, rub
a butterfly, a moth,
a window of blueberry night.


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32 thoughts on “Pivot

  1. My favorite lines “rub a spot of clouds
    onto my bosom of emptiness.
    a tongue only knows moisture
    a tongue only knows a life beneath.” Beautiful words as always, Devika. Such a pleasure to spend my evenings reading your poetry

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