Superpose your silk eye-lashes in anticipation
And here as I bestow a new world upon your lips
Feel the shredded brush of lip-lines smudging & reshaping
Into newer landscapes
...
Like the empty wall after you removed a years-old portrait
And suddenly the dust and spider-web, or even an infant spider for that matter
Suddenly piercing your heart...
Like winter evenings
...
They both tried -
One tried to teach language
Another tried to teach silence.
...
three bright blue anemones
and the grey womb of sea,
tweaked
in stringent endeavour,
...