a sinuous bend from toe to cheek
Like the pale and curve of clouds
With sky - paint me fair
Will the tremble leave my skin

Show me unafraid
of the shadow that passes over sun
chase the whirl of passions that drifts in breeze
and shimmers like tinsel

Let these suspended charms
graze my skin to free my sorrow
in a graceful strand from back to heart
I’ll wear them like a string of pearls

written by malai carrara
painting by Sergei Shillabeer