Feather On a House Of Cards

By Neesha Rumi

I lie ensconced

In the Sky - watching

The Stars move

Across your chest -

As Dawn responds

To the beckoning of Night -

Under the Stars spread

Across our Bodies -

Our only Universes -

Breaking against

The Shores of Habit -

Eating us - Grain by Grain -

The Tides obey

The crests and troughs

Of our every Breath -

A primordial bird Cry

Skewers the crystal sleep

Of Night - impaling it with

A weapon of Hunt -

Soars into the starry folds

Of our blanket -

Curls up softly

Between us and exhales -

A Song is to be woven

Out of the Voice's husk

A Wind carries the Message

Of a long lost Thought -

Wanders aimless in a open-guttered City -

We are Unchanged - grown magnificently

Desperate in a secret search

For Love - Living - Having -

Devouring with our voracious -

Open - salivating Mouths -

Covered with a Mask

Painted with the Mythology

Of Civilization

In Sleep is our amniotic

Innocence - covered gently

By the Sky - with the Stars retracing

Their eternal Footsteps

We can wake and have our biscuits

We can grasp Reality again -

With our grappling Claws -

Feel the Subterranean rumble

Of our Hunger - stirring awake within us -

Quench our Thirst with Water -

Wrung clean by the summer Sun

I know you are waiting for me -

With your Dragon's Spirit -

To awake and bear Witness

To the what they call a Miracle -

Life feels so normal -

With the churning of Traffic -

Gnawing Deadlines -

Momentarily smiling Salaries -

The Historic - Cyclical Shoulds -

Yes we Should – we Must –

And we Be –

I've Been – I Am – I will Be –

'Neath the Stars as we know Them

With our spoonfuls of Laughter –

Our bucketfuls of Craving – Yearning –

For the slight Touch

Of your sea-sick Fingers

In my seaweed Hair –

Time will expand as we Breath in –

The Cry will awake and fly –

Cleaving an old Wound open –

The Scream through Silence

They don't see – we Fight because

We Hunger – we want to Eat

That Reign – grind its bones

To Dust – gnashing our Teeth –

For Hunger – And for Love

You see – all I want

Is to Touch you –

Like a feather on

A House of Cards –

A Kiss of thousand Lips –

And Children can contain

Our amniotic Sleep –

Balanced on the tip

Of a Dragon's Breath –

By Neesha Rumi