IV.

Sky shaken loose of her clouds.


*
SWS

III.

Birds know the sound.
Bones rattle beneath the earth.
The sky,
 falsely calm.

On the porch of forgetfulness,
Destiny takes a furlough.


Cyd

II

A girl,

deemed an untouchable
in a land smothered in jasmine and rice

it is not you that i seek. stay.
understand this:

my soul is uneasy
sensing that rumors of intimacy, may be true.

however, beautiful you are
beneath years of dark, quiet robes

I am attached to an ache that may bury me.

I

cool night
under a million stars
mercy