Orpheus

In the first days of my marriage
my only thought was to be heard

hear me sing of a love unharmed by rough winds
hear me sing of a passion untouched by rain

to lose her once I lost my audience
to lose her twice I lost my nerve

underneath her body preserved
her face formed to the tip of my tongue

I have lost track of my travels, currently
each song changes with the times

see me floating across the damp bandks of your river
see me drift out of the corner of your eye

By Priscilla Uppal