Jun
2008
Let Me Be
Me
a poem
by Amit Parmessur
Copyright © 2008 Amit Parmessur. All rights reserved.
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Aged 24 and won the Scooptheloot Short Humour contest in November 2003. One of the regular contributors to The Short Humour Site. Just published 'The Words I Loved' in Mauritius, which is my first personal anthology. Published several times in local youth collections. |
Mould me.
Drink me.
Dance me
Make me your dough
and mould me
Mould me to the content of your mind
Rock me on the edge of
your fingers
Whip me with your birthmarks and when your tyrannous will
is done wean me off to the
oven of your breasts.
Drink me.
Dance me
Mould me.
Make me your drink
and drink me
Let me glide in the railways of your stomach
Cherish me in the plush ravine of
your bosom
Let your gulps other drinks cut me
I am the rock of tomorrow.
Dance me
Mould me.
Drink me.
Make me your dance
and dance me
like a waltz that yodels
Dance me with the terror
of your soft toes
and perforate my brother the
dancing floor
Mould me
for
what is the mould without the moulding.
What is the moulding without the mould
Drink me
for
What is the drink without the drinking
what is the drinking without the drink
Dance me
for
What is the dance without the dancing
What is the dancing without the dance.
Mould me
Drink me.
Dance me
but let me be me.
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