The Rain and the Sitar

Follow her as she leads you with her music,

Into her music.

Follow her as the little drops fall onto the neck of her sitar,

Strumming each string with their buoyancy,

Splitting into two by virtue of their feat.

Follow her as they slither along her cheek,

Ending with the crescent of her smile.

Follow her as she quivers in delight,

As they quiver on the gourd.

Follow them as they lead you with their music, into their music.

Fear

It came forth from within me, the light,

Emanating as a wave to the beats of my heart.

Corroding the area between my breasts with its intensity.

It came forth from me, and split into seven,

Diffracted by my imaginary sphere of existence:

The red curved in fury of the severance,

Twisting and writhing around my stomach,

Whilst the violet travelled in search of my savior,

Merging with the skies and calling out to Faith.

I plea to thee.

Don’t let me destroy myself.