By Skylashtar Maryam
And I remember you as the rain
points are tiptoeing thin drizzle over the top of your chest gutters
then fell to my lips
lips are numb, aching wait for a jest
I still remember you as the rain
hurricane shade in the dry season
dry winds flying from your eyes into my tongue
an agile tongue dance sheen babble
of you who do not know the way home
about which I can only remember
face in the rain
Bandung, November 4, 2011
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Skylashtar Maryam. A writer and a poets. Works in Bandung.
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