Shelter by Syed Zaman

An uneasy quiescence—veiled in shadow.
An abyss of the birds—nodes—
Of a cold swallow.
A soft-spoken numbness—beneath your
Lucid skin—an awakening weakening—
Through the wide water within.

Discontinued traces of our bodies—
Shall no longer lay entwined.
In the hollow of the moon I am—but—only

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