In The Midst Of Torrid Hours Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

In The Midst Of Torrid Hours



The gaze of salamander eyes
Penetrates like a pistil
Sinking in the balmy oasis of an arum

Like the tongue of an iguana slithers
Spiraling downward a moonlit obelisk
Last night I was a granite gargoyle

My spire between celestial clouds
Satiating centuries of gothic thirst
Gorging in a silvered milky holy grail

Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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