You live and lean in the English sunlight | 1 |
that shines every day | 2 |
from your hair down to your shadow, | 3 |
buzzing with an air of freshness tied | 4 |
around your wrinkled dress | 5 |
like the scent of early rain showers. | 6 |
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You fall like a dream into revolving silkworms | 7 |
gestating with breaths of flight in their skin | 8 |
knitting freedom thread by thread. | 9 |
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You take offense like the butterflies | 10 |
and cringe like the clattering pebbles at the seashore. | 11 |
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I wait for the arrival of your voice | 12 |
to steal the deafness of the stones we skipped together, | 13 |
to chase away the Indianness off your cheeks | 14 |
and travel places from here, to everywhere. | 15 |