Gecko

 

when love releases you

from its warm embrace

your first impulse is to hug yourself

to keep away the chill

Odd, that need for self preservation

even in the moment

you’re  tottering at the edge

of the world.

The body goes on

even when the soul has

been torn out

the limbs move, the eyes blink, the nails grow

stubborn in their slow routine

and the heart keeps running

its steady and futile race

like the tail

that wriggles

long after the gecko has gone

Stitch your Eyelids Shut 2010  (Akna: Colombo)