a-bet-ty-ing-d (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)


soft dark berry
dark berry plum lips
whose succulent smile
never leaves their horizon

baiting eyes they posed
in a desperate silence
to some thing where
inside in your self

scared and wondering
in the straw figurines
you floating all around you
in on your way going
your aging brown fingers
tracing out the tiny circle
in which you dissolve

Copyright © 2003 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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