Steep Shoulders


You are the moon, the white glow

Bouncing off the wet pavement

You are red streaks of light shimmering on the road

Your heartbeat sets the rhythm

Keeps pace with an electric night


I can dodge shadows with the receding sun

Because you are a million flames

Like old wax candles burning in every window

You are a million diamonds glistening through glass

Flickering at the city below


I can find my way home when I close my eyes—

Yes, even then, in that kind of blindness

And sleep between your steep glittering shoulders —

Yes, even sleep peacefully

Because you keep watch through each blazing hour.



©Prasanta, February 18, 2016


A poem about city lights… written for a poetry prompt for Tweetspeak Poetry