Inside the yellow wombs of champa

Lined with petals and not placenta

A snake hides with infantile toxins

The swooping bells rung by pilgrim winds

The snake homes hung with undisclosed shame

With hawk shadows forcing umbrellas

Protecting from flirty sun fingers

In downlooks from snake dwelt skyscrapers

A lone touch-me-not, scared shivers filled

Why do you fear me, mimosa darling?

Does my touch remind of past gropers

That swam through the system's leak

Unscarred- leaving behind a gold scar

A fall that makes you fear every slope now

The Snake must out now to confront hawk

Then struggle in this killer garden...

~Ajay

11-9-17