I
said you love me
many other ones
you love-i let
you back in the sound
broken glass moving inside me.
II
and i dance
creations and old
women gathering
melodies from
bones.
III
by the wisdom
of suns
arch me softly-
womb ripe
walking new breaths.
IV
witching hour
envisioning
oboe-dark whispers
this orchestra of
solidarity.
V
i am
wet with
meanderings
the chant of
sri lankan hymns.
©2011
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