She can feel the incendiary body.
Taut. Sinewy.
The body understands
what the other is saying.
A whisper of wind
passes through her hair,
comes inside the ears,
tells a thousand
sweet nothings
if you pays attention.
Then who cares to listen!
She stoops a little to sigh
her own mantra to the horse.
"Take me there. Take me."
The horse chases a myth
with the lady in white
upon its back.
At distance a dark spot is
what has been her home.
She looks at it
and murmurs again
" Take me there. Take me."
Beyond is a word
that has already lost
its potencies to them.
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I think you might want to drop an s from the word pay here though: if you pays attention should be if you pay attention.
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I like the feeling of escape and freedom in this one.
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Lyrical poem, Poddar, witht that refrain, 'Take me there.'
Check the line: 'If you pay's' attention'
i like it, Poddar.
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