Bodyscapes Poem by Harish k. Thakur
Bodyscapes
Out they squawk
As on prey a hawk
The Bs and the boons
In the dark of night
And flash the room blue
And hot
As the two moons
Peep out
From the hidden spot.
The daggers of eyes
Swell
And melt into the shapes
Of orbed lines
Raining milk
On the desert scapes
Of mushroom thighs.
The dead fur shakes
Erects,
And into the forest of beasts
Escape mad musketeers
Chasing the gazelles
To still.
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