in the womb of dissonant fingers
there exists comfort beyond explanation.
in the waking hours of night
darkness plays with the shadows.
he neatly plants tulips on wide terrain,
traces up a mountain and at the peak, he breathes.
his eyes are closed and the moon hammocked right above his chin,
whispering to the wind and singing to the sight.
crossword puzzle of eight letters,
clue given: because.
terrified of the claustrophobia,
he emptied the boxes and helped me escape.
(c)2004 mai kozai
silence is also music. {1:26 AM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
