Shudder!

- (an ode to the souls conceived during the earthquake in Japan)

They rock each other, one-on-one
They watch each other,
as their shadows change shape on the wall,
as the candle flickers with every movement
Just one piece away in the puzzle,
as they quake to the rhythm of the Earth below
their forsaken souls entangle themselves
into a myriad different sizes and shapes
of aching muscle, bone and fat
their heart-beats pump in blood,
powered by passion
wating for that final quiver
the one that will make them everlasting...

(Quiver by quiver, we fill the earth
with our presence,
as we pull out stones and melt them
with our imagination -
with each final quiver
a wail is born
that totters to a whine
a lump of perennial desire
that grows, and grows... and grows...
into a bellow, looms a little,
traverses the zodiacs,
and sets into to a feeble whistle
muffled by the waves on the other side
wheezing, trembling, squealing
till you can't hear it anymore
till the bold, furled alpha
disentangles iteself into an omega -
praying, showing us its behind
praying for a successor...)

As they shudder, there is yet another shudder
As the earth climaxes, the world above
trembles, shudders and rebuilds
while the world below recovers
from its own throes of passion
that engulfs theirs, overrides theirs -
their moment of joy buried,
their hopes and dreams - like the concrete
that was once so strong and indomitable,
but now lies in a pile of wreck,
washed away by the waves of a savage sea
that seemed quite distant and meek not so long ago
- one shudder quelled by another

The shadows start jumping around
The walls are no more
As they desperately climb up the walls of ecstacy
just one peek at the other side
just one roll over the edge
and then the fall
it takes with it - all -
the moment of truth
the most ironic conception
the foetus formed at the very hour of doomsday.

Witchcraft

"Be careful, I'm a witch" she said
as she stared into my eyes
with the child of light and mischief
gleaming in her eyes
her smile parting her lips,
like I wished mine would
as her hands slithered  up my arm
and her head lowered itself on my shoulders
she looked to ignite a fire
in the dampness of my heart
clearing the moss,
sweeping off the mouldy leaves
brushing aside the shadows
trying to find a dry log or some sawdust
to start her fire with
To my surprise I was looking too
for a speck of dry spot
for us to sit and hold each other
as we danced and rocked each other
like our shadows around an imaginary fire
dancing to the rhythm of the music
only our souls could hear
trying to mend the cold,
her feet on mine, as she held me tight
"Let's give this a chance, shall we?"
Maybe just for tonight
maybe we won't remember crossing the lines
drawing new ones with our tipsy feet
our bodies entwined, our souls in tow
that extended, suspended moment
when the world rocked in harmony
where our feet moved in sync with our heartbeats
that  moment when we cut through the ice
to yield a spark of hope
one short-lived flicker, one brief flash of light
a short spell of warmth
of forgetting the hurt, letting go of the shackles
we were free of the lines, free of the past, the future
all we knew was this moment
generated by her witchcraft...