The Bunker Birth
The Bunker Birth
In the moffusil myth of your dream
I lie awake on a lotus leaf
With its stem veining through your mind vessels and
A tropical garden grows on your palms
Sprouting fragrant memories of my heart buds
In the twin cups of your eyes
Corralled under the parasitic moon blush
The waving shores horizoned in your smile etherise my disowned isle