Motif

[Tamara]

rubber trees
threaten to crack
my compound walls
on all sides
impermanence
broken from reverie



in harmony
breathing in the silence
dawn broken
swish of silk
leaves rustle
rendition by birds
in bass and treble


lying in bed
limp after last night’s
lovemaking
pouring rain
pounding on the roof
washing down the glass panes
insignia of your stubble
tabooed on my skin


thin cuts
i watch the
liquid ooze out
trickling down
crusted and harden