I yearn for your untouched skin
29 July 2020
I want to seep into your bones
like the chill of a winter night
I yearn for your untouched skin
its shadows now forever closed to me
like a book of secret pleasures
stowed away in a convent of nuns
With the yearning of a lifetime
I haul myself through summer
burdened by the winter’s pull
It hangs like dead leaves
fallen from a tree
where spring had once made its way
The fruit now lays barren untouched
like the skin of dead virgins
stopped in their tracks by an unknown war
their unseeing eyes swallowed
by the onslaught of darkness
I yearn for your untouched skin
Its light now a pale moon
rising in the midst of the hollow night
where only the waterhen cry
in a place I now call home
where the seagulls laugh no more
Reading of the poem:
Flam Monsoon Buddha Bar
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 