[the comforter...]

[Senna Jawa]

the comforter reaches
only your waist
your cool breasts
investigate the ceiling
like morning gaze
like rising sun
i warm them in my palm
and vapor fills your eyes
like jungle

i wander for years
from north to south
from east to west
always shivering

​

wh,
2008-05-04

 

[eagleyez]

As i scruff dust from my fuzzy eyes,
How fitting to read this Senna. It made me look up at the plaster ceiling, then out to the window of plastered clouds.

I push the comforter down to my feet. The teapot is boiling.