Witty Fay





The combustion process
Begins with your eyes
Scorching one layer of my cells,
On a wet day
That keeps us into each other.
My heart beats loudly thud!
Or is the thug in the folds
Of me that curls around
The fingertips and the saltiness?
When the burn melts away,
I stick my arms into the damp dusk
To tickle the moon under the yellow chin
And its laughter shatters star dust
On the likes of us
And we end up glittering,
Like a pair of scantily-clad quinces,
On the sill of a stolen day.



Witty Fay is a translator by trade and a humanist by nature. She has been writing herself into her poems for some time into the virtual world at www.iexile.com, www.allpoetry.com  , www.scriggler.com  , www.destinypoets.co.uk ,www.writerscafe.org,  www.poetrysoup.com  and www.versewrights.co . Also, she proudly had her first bilingual volume of poetry, Nefelibata  (Brian Brixon Books, 2014), published and she is aiming at unraveling prose. Wearing the many hats of the aspiring poet/writer, she draws influences from the people she meets, the places she travels, the books she reads, and the movies she watches.

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