Blame The Wine: Double Shadorma


He’s sorry
She ever approached
him … But then
So is she
Nothing left but to withdraw
With eyes averted

After all
Martial arts training
Lesson one
How to fall
Safely without injury
So glad he learnt that

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 9, 2019, in Double Shadorma, Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I love the falling process. Even when it ends in hurt. Because that swoony swirly you get is the best of feels possible and totally worth the risk, every single time.

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