poetry

song of skin

 

 ARt-Rajendra Gupta

here is my skin

all naked

for the trees to murmur
a soft blow

a hibiscus to press my earlobe
against the pillow

the handprints of the moon
against my cheek,

here is my skin- sliced as an orange
piquant as sunrays

over the glare of the auburn sky
my skin- a nectar of soft honey sigh

of a mother's soft voice,

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