September Poem by Sharmila Ray

Can you hear your voice
my voice and
everything that’s going on?

Can you see the dark islands
in an ocean and the sudden shafts
of light in a deep forest?

Can you feel the whipped fire that runs
in your veins, my veins and each little wants
that haunts thefolds of our flesh?

Can you live again those poems,
those metaphors and those soft lust
of September days?

Can you say yes to the coming winter
and embrace without shivering
those mist-stained mountains?

Can you?