Koksilah, a poem by Rojan Zét

Koksilah

At our feet this river flows,
reflecting concentric rings
radiating energy from an edge
where our bodies crouch side by
side, the irregular grid of curved
waves meeting evening's approach
from below and above, looming
trees into darkness.

Interference patterns: Venus winks
from a deepening blue sky to watch
bats circle and swoop eating their
weight in small insects. Where is the
moon? Where is the sun that once
watched on another shore, another
day, one afternoon, butterflies
circling us just so...

our blood feeding the dance of butterflies
and roses, and the mosquito that feeds the
bat. Next to your skin, lace under a blue top
loose at the throat, your bare legs white against
mine, a river of blood lighting this evening's flow,
your skirt sliding from your leg, and those
naked toes curling into my sand.


Rojan Zét