the stationary hands arranged obliquely <br /> in space, trying to hold the falling breath. <br />words, through porous fingers <br />clutching the web rolls down the faded red, <br /> stays momentarily on the the pulsating vein. <br />she withdraw her hands <br /> from a strange eye <br />as the evening moon <br /> in all its might, evades <br />the red lament of sun.<br /><br />subodh pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/henna-3/
