Poem A Day/ April 5th, 2012 – Kristine Ong Muslim

Smooth-skinned whips, bristle
with every touch, dart with
every shift in motion.
The air accommodates
the rustling, forgives
every thrust. The grass
tenderly parts, gives way,
swallows whatever trail
they have left behind.
I say they have been
lovers for a long time now.
One touches the other’s lips.
One shivers at the weight
of the other’s soul.
The ground loves all of them:
Stay cold for now.
Stay down.
Stay low.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: