Sunday 15 January 2017

FURTIVE TRAILS

Your words wander through my heart 
Stealthily walking its veins and by-veins 
Their tracks showing in the fluttering indents 
On the unruffled sands, wavy refrains. 

On tiptoe, they gyrate in quiet circles
And pirouette and twirl and dance 
As I watch them move in rhythm
Mesmerized, in a psychic trance. 

They enter every pointed curve 
Every round corner there is 
I don't know what they're looking for 
What their trilled r's perceive. 

Are they looking for the flood 
That swishes out on every beat 
Cooling every point and curve 
They had signed with their branding heat? 

I hope they're happy to be washed 
By the colourless platelets that hide 
Memories, of their countless journeys 
For their footprints are all they'll find! 

MS




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