by Shabnam Nadiya

liquid torpor
   drains the sun-filled afternoons
   as she lies
   quiescent, covert,
   for days, dreaming
   of piscine lore.
   the moon chants sleep-song,
   enraptured by her, a
   minute crescent of flesh
   suspended in time
   
   golden silence
   gravid with
   incantatory motion:
   then
   a fragile kiss,
   a fish-flutter within the wildest depths
   of my belly
   ripe and rushing
   like monsoon rivers.
   
   Originally published in Arsenic Lobster Poetry Journal
   (USA) Issue Thirteen, Spring 2007.