Inside the yellow wombs of champa
Lined with petals and not placenta
A snake hides with infantile toxins
The swooping bells rung by pilgrim winds
The snake homes hung with undisclosed shame
With hawk shadows forcing umbrellas
Protecting from flirty sun fingers
In downlooks from snake dwelt skyscrapers
A lone touch-me-not, scared shivers filled
Why do you fear me, mimosa darling?
Does my touch remind of past gropers
That swam through the system's leak
Unscarred- leaving behind a gold scar
A fall that makes you fear every slope now
The Snake must out now to confront hawk
Then struggle in this killer garden...
~Ajay
11-9-17
