Unforgettable me

Like an afterthought of little stance and weight,

I slip beneath your skin, biting a yawning wound

Inside layers of familiar twill, finger compliantly

The folding warmth, before the veins loop me internally.

I stand your Achilles, stretching from ankle to heart,

Glowing on arcane search parties in and out your width,

Across the mangled temptations of self-sufficiency, at large-

One thing flies higher than any windless kite on your skies.

8 thoughts on “Unforgettable me

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Perusing this author’s oeuvre is always a delight. This poem engages and envelopes the reader in a mischievous conceit the likes of which only a Poet of stature such as this can accomplish with ineffable aplomb.

    Editor’s Note :-
    In literature, a conceit is an extended metaphor with a complex logic that governs a poetic passage or entire poem. By juxtaposing, usurping and manipulating images and ideas in surprising ways, a conceit invites the reader into a more sophisticated understanding of an object of comparison.

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  2. tapeshwar

    When the sky is overcast eith feeling unknown. A silver lining shoots an arrow above the clouds.
    Beautiful.

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