The Armored Husk
How long will I elude
you, who resides in me
Lo! You molded me
like clay,
from a dirty drop
the singular whispered voice
that spoke with the
ferocity of a
booming baritone choir,
You were
the ship that sailed
across turquoise skies
setting atop
a Himalayan throne
the perpetual pulse tingling
my razored wrists,
I saw you as
the mountain spring
spouting ink
taking the form of scripture
Your word,
was the armored husk
that protected all
precious pearls,
yet uncomparable to
any eloquence that
embroiders the
necks of modish maidens
You are nearer to me
then I am to myself
the rose-colored oil,
that vivifies my
bursting veins,
the saffron that clasps
on to my nostrils
as I emerge from
the ocean floor,
to come up for air
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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