The Girl Bohemian
Den of the wild things
floating sheets, layers of waves
that haunt,
playing on the shores.
Dipping into the black night
laced around my skin and my soul.
The darkness of my eyes,
the reckless me.
Touching more than
all the wild things in me.
The moon crystal
naked glow,
and I take the plunge.
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Copyright © Gautami Phookan | Year Posted 2015
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