Wet streaks DAMP



I once went underground


sleeping.


through
     tunneled
mud lanes
      of
  broken castles


there were armies marching to the kitchen store
and beauties waiting for the enrolled whore.


yellow shade
      came
thru velvet strings
of day light GLOW


                                         sun-tan baths
                                over
                       flew
kites and birds


of narrowed beauties
soaked up
spicy
in              open air breaths


of wanton ecstasy.


clouds
were
blue and rains
              silver
             ;;;;;;;;;;
             pouring
             down
              the
  THATCH STRAW 
                                 b
                                 e
                                 a
                                 d
                                 s
                                   of tightlipped gasps.


rubbing skins and woolen cots
rained sparkles of


f
  a
     l                           s
       l                      r
         i                a
           n          t
             g    s


her hair smelt of
boiling bones and burning woods
deep down his sweating spine


Yaks listened
across
wood panes shshsh...ivering.


Their woolen pull over
drowning
under
showering hailstones


I saw  monsoon    s i l h o u e t t e
through
                l    i    g
my         f   y    n     curtains


i knew,


I once passed
an Animal Kingdom.



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