Life peels like skin of fruit and I sate on the core smoldering within me. The pains are anonymous whispering yesterdays. I dance in the nakedness of Rubicon within wildlife beats the music with some broken tunes. The hushed tones mouthed through jaded figures and the tethered traps. Trinket wearing like fated chains around the body and identity is a misplaced word. I’ve entered within the rugged edges of broken bones.
Yesterdays and tomorrows pull on the Bedouin strings. The desert songs draw me in and I sit on the sands with the wandering musicians.
Stories on my lips.
Last time the fire cracked I whipped my cells and bled I knew the lines of my body paths created stealth cries like swollen history. Hearing through the lips of the sages, words lost me somehow. I ran away once again.
Godhood eluded. And I’m still human.
The rough body edges, drinking hirsute aroma, hardened skin. Sinned blood flows maybe desire crippled strength. maybe wisdom followed like sepulchered crown rinsing me in parts, making me more earthy or maybe I just lost it all. I haven’t weighed my body with my soul. I still walk around the edges cautious not to fall on either side. Outcast. The cries have hit the drums. My mind has taken flight with watery wings grounded in real dreams. The soup of senses and I’ve dented my life with pushed steroids in secret caskets throwing away the keys. Deep ocean pours out my wounds. Out. Through my gypsy veins.
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Gypsy Veins by Saberi Roy