In The Midst Of Torrid Hours Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka
In The Midst Of Torrid Hours
The gaze of salamander eyes
Penetrates like a pistil
Sinking in the balmy oasis of an arum
Like the tongue of an iguana slithers
Spiraling downward a moonlit obelisk
Last night I was a granite gargoyle
My spire between celestial clouds
Satiating centuries of gothic thirst
Gorging in a silvered milky holy grail
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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