Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Duets Of February - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
we were smoky.
looking roiled and tumbled.
I like ink patch
laying in the folds
of a cloud shifting, coiling.
undulating, as ones still stained
on their undersides
by a new risen sun,
we writhed in our sky...
flinched and shuttered
to beget drunken appearing lightning,
that staggered down through murky air
to strike savagely
on our pinnacle.
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