Flute - Mahadai Das
January 16th, 2007 |
Published in
Poetic Junction
my body’s a hallowed
stick of bone, a flute
through which you pipe
your melody.
I am those parallel
eyes of air
along my spine,
which measure
your heavy rhythms
vibrating in my marrow.
play gentle, love
my frail reed’s
single stem
can scarcely hold
this rhapsody.
