Monday, April 04, 2011

4th April ~ small stone / poem

Thai lukthung music takes me to a dark
air-conditioned restaurant
the taste of fried beef

the sound of Thai awakens
the dormant shapes
my mouth once knew
how to make

the almost familiar patterns
my body yearned
to know
unfurl from my spine
and snake through my hips
as I close my eyes
and dance

not the Thai way
but the only way
I know


Elizabeth Marie said...

Oh. Wow. Beautiful. I especially like the second stanza, those dormant shapes in mouth. I like the unfurling and the snake through hips. Delicious.

changapeluda said...

boootyshakingly goood