Sampurna Chattarji: Lush

How rich the flora of your gripping vines
You wear your bones on the outside
I will nestle there
Where the pelvis finds its pectoral fin
And swims across the sea of gently-
Pounding blood
That’s all I ask. A millennial sleep
My ear to the soil of your wildly-
Growing garden

(…which came to me seeing the Jan 18th post)

Sampurna Chattarj

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