palepinkstone – Bombay, August 2003

 

I:

A pale pink stone after
retracing your lips

seeks the warmth of your mouth

and remembers

II:

A pale pink stone lies,
resting still underneath
a pillow of the softest down

remembering another place
of soft wetted silk.

My pale pink stone,
thinks I know not

where he has been.

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