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| Lilies on my windowsill |
In the silences
of
The late morning
And of
The stupor of the afternoon
Or even of
The twilight made purple
by a swollen moon
I cease to be flesh and skin
I cease to exist within
And become
Just the breath -
A puff of air
Caught between
the tick and the tock
Caught between
the falling petals
of
the fragrant lily
Caught between
the rustling pages
of
my unfinished book
Caught between
the beating wings
of
the fly ricocheting in the lamp shade
Caught between
the curls
of
the smouldering incense
And then
There’s the knock on the door
And I become flesh and skin once more
©Sumana Khan - 2014