White

Shaleen Rakesh
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read
Credit: Picture by author

What place is born tonight
to weave
a song with
your sky above

What feast is offered
from joyous hands

I have become
your pool of whiteness

like a newborn child
I bite at your skin

I drink at your mouth
and the universe.

Eat Pray Love

Poems are my feathers, my wings

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Shaleen Rakesh

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Poet, warrior and urban monk. dead-in-the-woods activist and daydreamer. I write on relationships, love, intimacy and loss

Eat Pray Love

Poems are my feathers, my wings

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