The dripping tap keeps
time as we quarrel.
Beats of eight, a half
and then the length again.

The tank empties, words
trickle away.
Chloride stains the basin.
Silence runs down a cheek,
salting our impasse.


5 responses to “untitled

  1. Seems like it’s been ages since I visited this blog. Tap keeping time with arai edam – loved the idea!

  2. Beautiful — silence running down the cheek, beautiful!

  3. Vidya: 🙂 thank you!

    Agnija: thanks.

  4. first time visitor and I am hooked to your poetry you weave magic !!

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