Depth
Her fingers stroking my hair
and the beam of ray peeping
through the window melt
at this hour of shallowness.
I think of a mimosa blushing.
Leaning against the wall
she swallowed me
in to her bones and marrow,once.
A brimming river burst in our veins.
I think of a fossil
something hollow
Out side the window
the river lies there.
A sinew just pulsating,
draining into the crust of the earth.
Copyright © Syam Madappattu | Year Posted 2015
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