Monthly Archives: April 2017

Buaya Darat

                             a thousand millennia
                             have mirror’d my awesome beauty—
                             a flower from Isla Flores—
                             an Ora
                             whose bite be much louder
                             than my bark

Breath Giver

            every eon arous’d I become
            by a stranger’s sensual embrace
            till I cry aloud a joyful cry
            and spew forth my eggs
            of liquid fire and ash
            to mingle with the suitors
            of land and sky and sea
            that my evolving world might endure
            not only to join Time
            but Her for some to really feel