Letters fall over

forgotten vowels

head over heels

on the floor

wordless pearls
born out of time.

I draw your face on
the palisade of palm trees

a broken rite filling the void.

Yearning has the taste
of sun-drops waiting
on my skin.

Diphthongs long
to connect with

their silent roots.

Words unwrite

(Published in Between the Lines 2017, An Anthology of Creative Writing)


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