Am the Soil

Clytemnestra Aa
Oct 13 2015 (c)



of some deserted lot
The land of no man
My ribs parched biding time
And you are the heat wave 
That evaporated oceans
And bidded the wind
Embrace a bunch of clouds
To rain on my particles
Till water could fully fathom 
The deepest me 
And seeds sprouted 
As children of 
An incestuous love 
Made on ephemeral beds 
fleetingly, 
you peered through
As I was fleeing 
called my name 
Yet it was too late
I was gulped 
by a portal sliding 
into nothingness 
still I got your breath 
as it caressed my skin 
till I was no more