on my arced back
a naked drop of water

begins its lazy descent
the gentle speedbreakers
of my yielding spine

gathering along
its brown way
circumscribed smells –
desire, dread, defiance
past and prescience

coming to stillness
finally, in a small, quivering
sphere. a summary of
secrets from my sweat.


3 responses to “Yielding

  1. umm…err…

    but no it is beautiful


  2. Lovely!

    Thank you.

  3. Your poetry is absolutely beautiful! If I asked for your secret poetry blog address, very nicely, would you email it to me please? 🙂

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