poddarku (poddarku) wrote in inside_myhead,

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the sunchasers

The sunchasers

She can feel the incendiary body.
Taut. Sinewy.
The body understands
what the other is saying.
A whisper of wind
passes through her hair,
comes inside the ears,
tells a thousand
sweet nothings
if you pays attention.
Then who cares to listen!
She stoops a little to sigh
her own mantra to the horse.
“Take me there. Take me.”
The horse chases a myth
with the lady in white
upon its back.
At distance a dark spot is
what has been her home.
She looks at it
and murmurs again
” Take me there. Take me.”

Beyond is a word
that has already lost
its potencies to them.
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