Silence

she wriggles like a worm
in slush
and washes her face
in my secrets

she laughs in the hollow
of a kernelled
blade of grass
and then wades slowly
through my awkwardness

sometimes
she chars
the distance between
you and me

like Krishna she holds
the universe in her mouth
I dare not touch her
she might spit it out

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About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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