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Jazz Ghosts
The leopard runs
through the city…
the night reveals some of its claws
my soul remembers a corner
where gamblers dealt bullets…
and you dance
like a rebel wife…
in your private chamber
in that dark space
the only light
comes from your spine…
the leopard gets tired
clawing at the walls
in vengeance…
where sleeps the man
who stole his skin?
your skin shakes love and moon…
the gambler’s wound
awakens to your dance
...in a corner of the city
a war breaks
on which way the winds blow…
the leopard leaps in through a window…
and prepares for kill.
6 comments:
Vivid, as always.
"...and you dance
like a rebel wife…
in your private chamber"
Loved these lines...
this poem is different in terms of its narration... a little experimental, but great work!
nice poem liked it
your skin shakes love and moon…
could you explain this line to me by the way
...i feel,the leopard is me....its an abstruse pain that embellishes the poem...luvd it..
Loved the imagery of the "leopard" and loved that las line too.
Aesomw,as usual
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